“The Road” – Days 330 – 336

Day 330: “Life and Death” I’ve got this concept of life and Death Where everything in the end is all the same. And that those people who did good, Rise up to places so high, so good. I’ve also got this concept that all the evildoers Fall into a dark abyss separated by a wall … Continue reading

“The Sunday Mail Pt. 3” Days 325 – 329

We fall into routines
For the routines to fall out from under us.
Our safety nets then become nooses
And our noose becomes our safety net.
What once would kill us to do
Is all that’s left to keep us alive.

“Baby Bird (Bir-Bir-Buh-Bird is the word) – Day 324

Where you gonna go,
When the tree
When the wood
When the world burns down?

Baby bird
Baby bird

What is the word.
Bir-bir-buh-bird is the word.
Spread your wings and float on
Float-oat on.

Baby bird
Baby bird

“A Broken Sun” Days 322 – 323

A Broken Sun 322 I can feel the wind Cross into the bedroom. I can feel the ocean Warp into the sundown. And everyone just floats on In silent memory. Our muscle tone breaks and turns To ashes on the moon. I notice how things keep changing As the ocean keeps rising, and rising. The … Continue reading

“A Different Shade of Grey” 318 – 321

We’re all a little crazy
We’re all running a little hazy.
It’s the smog in the air baby.
It’s all a different shade of grey.