It's on its way.
Number 3 is done, I suppose. I don't do much revising/revisiting with these pieces, leaving a rough draft, well, final. Enjoy...
I could smell fall through my back on the grass
Traveling fast-as the summer wind passed
I've caught his scent in recent afternoons
Sprung up in bed, fever struck, a cold sweat kind of moon
We met back where the cat-tail bridge extends far into tomorrow
Or morse damn where the glass shards lend us hands of sorrow
-Now my eyes lay heavy, all the weight centered on my chest-
Resisting, twisting, coexisting, an empty unrest
I am extremely sore from getting beat up yesterday. Arm torn in some way/Jaw feels fractured/Body comatose.
-The drum line around the fire was perfect last night-
When I was young, younger than before I never saw the truth hanging from the door.
.What an end to summer.
I could smell fall through my back on the grass
Traveling fast-as the summer wind passed
I've caught his scent in recent afternoons
Sprung up in bed, fever struck, a cold sweat kind of moon
We met back where the cat-tail bridge extends far into tomorrow
Or morse damn where the glass shards lend us hands of sorrow
-Now my eyes lay heavy, all the weight centered on my chest-
Resisting, twisting, coexisting, an empty unrest
I am extremely sore from getting beat up yesterday. Arm torn in some way/Jaw feels fractured/Body comatose.
-The drum line around the fire was perfect last night-
When I was young, younger than before I never saw the truth hanging from the door.
.What an end to summer.