As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Tomorrow


Is root beer float day

Anticipation

Effervesces through the

Antiseptic hours

Daylight slowly

Sips

The foamy shadows from

Vanilla walls

The bubbling conversation from the

Room next door

Turns to

Amphigory

In our twenty bed

Lotusland

We have not forgotten the taste of

Hope

It coddles the minutiae

A warm hand

A friendly

Voice

The hairdresser comes on Friday




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