bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Wednesday, October 5
pushed the blinds, peered.
looking for the little rumble from the sky.
was it?
couldnt find the cross
did the little trees in the little backyard grow?
couldnt find the moon.
if i can see it, you can see it.
we're nearer, dont you think.
stared at the red sky, redredred
i remember the little line in that little textbook.
red sky in the night, a sailor's delight.
wow tomorrow's gonna be good, voice in my head
i felt it in my bones.
i went right back to london and plates
i couldnt find no rumble.
it rained today.
so much for seaman's delight.
who ever said rain is bad.
dream mexico.
goodbye
1:26 PM