wild mind running running a way you run you running away you run running away you run to youth find solace in a glad mess colors gradual sinuous leaves woven getting over you get over youth getting over you to the tune of tuning out going crazy you go crazy you follow your heart racing 

shine licks shadow

standing on a lawn
sing-sing sung
cottoned lungs drawlin'
gravel-me tones

feeling wrong
feeling alone

"we could drive hundreds of miles thru dandelions
proud of these stars in our flag 
we don't want
and the wonders of hands
and the wonders of the day
shaking hands in front of the crashing of the waves"*

thinking back on all the stupid things i've done
i'm convinced loving you couldn't be one
don't know much that's for sure
don't know what i'm here for
only for a while there
i was yours
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*the quoted section is all phrase fragments from John Ashbery poems

lawn

Screamer

you're a colt (you're a colt)
you're a brown bottle filled with pure liquid
you're a big dick
and a smile
you're a fanatic (a sympathetic fanatic)
a co-sympathetic
co-fanatic a co-murderous
post-apathetic neo-paleolithic fingernail-bitten hider of my lost things
and i like that i hope (i like that i hope)
i like that i hope (i like that i hope)
i like that i hope (i like that i hope)
i like that i hope (i like that i hope)

You're a Colt

i heard you killed them
i heard you shot 'em both down
where are they now
where are they now

i know your mother
i seen you round down south
where are you now
where are you now

you are nothing
come from nothing
you will be nothing

i heard you killed them
i heard you shot 'em both down
where are they now
where are they now

i know your mother
i seen you round down south
where are you now
where are you now

you are nothing
come from nothing
you will be nothing
whoa-oh, nothing ain't nothing

you are nothing
come from nothing
you will be nothing

you are nothing
come from nothing
you will be nothing
whoa-oh nothing ain't nothing

you are nothing 
come from nothing
you will be nothing

i heard you killed them
i heard you shot 'em both down
where are they now
where are you now

Drones done Sunday, June 23rd--a sunny sunny day that became a heartwarming evening. Jeffrey.

bigwavesofpretty