Gilead

Apr 30, 2008 14:04

Gilead

On their walls hung
thin paper wrapped in glass
and wood.  Each said
"I am a professional, I care,"
as they sketched clouds
rolling to the horizon.

The jagged twist of your car
said you were lost in pain.
The disconnected memories
left your story incomplete.

"I remember balmy summer
afternoons.  The sound of thunder
from my bat, the warm skin of my ( Read more... )

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jokerman131 May 1 2008, 15:22:51 UTC
Great work man! The last stanza reminds me almost a bit of 'You are the Everything' by REM. This is my first reaction and I'll let it digest and get back to you.

If your planning on heading back to MA, I could potenitally hook you up with a place in the Worcester area, cheap rent. This is contingent on about 5,438,383 things right now, but I'd figure I'd offer. The plus is it will probably come with a straight out recording studio.

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