Tuesday, March 21, 2017




carbonated
  and what  
the french  ruled
   beware the tides 
the winds 
   the flies in august 
the summer in NY
   the last macaroon
foreign films
      the backseat crumbs 
          don't shake that kombucha 
              oh sad day 
  twilight hours 
    the forgotten strips of film
 in envelopes and boxes
       what 
  oh I'm wandering through it again
pots of calling kettles
    seeing the what in the why
           the water at the edge of the mud
     footprints leading through the snow 
but I could fly!
     don't let it get you down
                                   but the guitar needs to be set up
what 
   the strings are old maybe
 tune it to a fretted note