HOME | DD

Description
We dug the blues
the acoustic forest and crunch of nature
We learned about folk
to stand up for what you believe
One day it will all fall together
The cracked sidewalks I always talk about,
or the surf of that particular coastal bay
Have all built my dreams
     We sat at the waterfront where I blew bubbles for little kids
     like the massage of calm that tingles in your head
when someone plays with your hair
or just the right kind of light in the morning
   The rhythm of rock
wailed distortion effects melded with the environment
to cruise in a vintage VW bug
and run all the way back to the rock beach
forget what "needs to be done," plunging back, deeper
falling asleep in the backseat and watching sunsets
and sunrises
the circus of miniature horses
nature reflecting sexuality.
I inhale your scent knowing well it may be the last time
pregnant with prickily loneliness
You made me miscarry by reciprocating.
the railroad tracks to the dunes and museums of license plates
muddy red fields - the sounds of dreamcatchers
I can hear distant solitary guitar - the resolution to troubled pasts.

Description
We dug the blues
the acoustic forest and crunch of nature
We learned about folk
to stand up for what you believe
One day it will all fall together
The cracked sidewalks I always talk about,
or the surf of that particular coastal bay
Have all built my dreams
     We sat at the waterfront where I blew bubbles for little kids
     like the massage of calm that tingles in your head
when someone plays with your hair
or just the right kind of light in the morning
   The rhythm of rock
wailed distortion effects melded with the environment
to cruise in a vintage VW bug
and run all the way back to the rock beach
forget what "needs to be done," plunging back, deeper
falling asleep in the backseat and watching sunsets
and sunrises
the circus of miniature horses
nature reflecting sexuality.
I inhale your scent knowing well it may be the last time
pregnant with prickily loneliness
You made me miscarry by reciprocating.
the railroad tracks to the dunes and museums of license plates
muddy red fields - the sounds of dreamcatchers
I can hear distant solitary guitar - the resolution to troubled pasts.