60s FSR MiM Strat (Cerulean Blue), Yamaha THR10

Living Room

Some Things Cosmic

Angeles

misinterpret company (draft)

wide eyed and wary of old tricks grown bold
needles in haystacks ive torn thru our home
thru long days and grey haze i awake with shame
you lift me out of the lightness surrounding

ive spent so little time w you
how is it ive spent my life with you
gold flaked poems line the room
precious words and lives ive refused

magnolia

durunk

Change

blue like ivy
in the soft heat of dusk
the thunder spit and rolled the fog

found a place by the lake
and we went our separate ways
the thunder spit and rolled the fog

kyokuwa

Mabel's Breath

i struggled down that wet pink spit you sent down 66
it suits you now
that blackened grin
its speckled amber mist

mississippi might be yours
if you miss me
dont come home

i will spend this day in solemn prayer
and ease up to whatever lay
breathe the southern comfort and the growing history
of dead things by the bay

and maybe theyre yours
but keep mine mine

wet pink spit

the sun settled down on a burnt brick empress
she weighs me out
slow breaths in august foggin up my coffin
it's clear im understood

oh green growth, great slopes of my life each day
burn slow sweet crow
this too shall fade

Burnt Brick Empress

zhu li do you remember 
spending every hard earned holiday in hard times
some people like running away from hard time

go and call up your landlord
check in to see if hes okay with the car dyin
next time you see the wheel coming loose
wait a long while

its a slow train
blow the whistle if you mean it darlin

death panic with the static gone loose
i forgive but wont forget
theres no proof that thats the lover i knew
i forget but cant forgive

sulfur fumes with the stars shone through
i lose my blues inside
feelin new, know its true
what fools we were to try

slow train

the blue country burns wild for me
and this field's full of smoke
oh this road ain't open to most
but it feels a little like it must be time to go

runnin blind, chasin ticks
no place or time for layin brick
a change of heart never takes the place of dark
oh ill be in the air waitin for life to start

runnin water trails slick down my hip
dream clean mike
its somehow worse to be the right person
and just write things down and catch all the wrong moments

there will be no limping from the garden
light the lamp and go in silence
sightseer catch the waves tricklin out
from the church organ lung with the slate peering down

macalbe

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