easy now.

its been a while. wow. time flies when you date your life by blog posts.

eesh.

new one: not done. let me know what you think.

For the out-of-towner

lying.

belly down.

feet dangling like bait

on fishing

and electric lines.

a harpsichord serenades: If Not For You

notes rain on concrete

we have melody for days.

Jailbird.

I see you flutter like

this wind's got runnin' shoes on

we got miles till the sea.

or a meeting ground

somewhere between

limbo and lush