...too threadbare for new wiring
I was worn copper tossed down a well
knowing full well it was out of favor...

Out Of Favor

Toxicodendron

my shoes know the road all too well,
and i know the feeling of living in hell,
this bus ride has lasted far too long already.

i packed up my things with a reason in mind,
left nothing but dust and some footprints behind,
found a penny for luck and wandered on.

that cigarette lit in spite of the wind,
burned bright with every breath that it thinned,
littered the ground with time that i killed.

i've had my share of sunny skies,
where the wind whipped around,
and the dust cut my eyes,
i'll pick up again closer to home

The microsongs project