I give him a few ***** of crumbled up bread
And watch him dive off of the telephone wires

Hes a vetran

Has he learned to forget about public opinion?
Or does he even care.

                     I dont know who he harmed.

Seems movies have tarnished the crows motive.

Hes a menace?            I guess hes born to be the way he is.  A menace.

                               Though, I dont know the truth about crows

           I just like seing him fly  by once in a while,  ill always prepare

                                          a meal   

                                                        and watch his hungry soul get something good.
                                                         After all he is someone I cant decline a visit from.

My tour ---left my feet to
Impersonate a college
dream.
There they all where
on the paths next to
The greenest grass
I will ever see.
These girls love to
Hear the sounds
Moving out of
Sheinbeck hall.
He presses down
two valves his trumpet waking up the crammed dormant minds
Of some carelessly young freshmen of philosophy.(they need rest)He made himself
Practice because he loves
The silvery tone escaping from his lips. (I the feeling)
The geology rocks know about his favorite jazz.
I saw one swing around the class through a clear unsmudged window.
Hes been hear and earned a sabaticle.  But like me and
The girl whose  skirts flowwith georgious leaves of ivy inside the
Libary will die before they budge to leave  behind the old court yard bell melody.  The sounds they read upon.
We all wish these days will never end.

Flood every grocery sack with opened up noodle boxes.
Ask the butcher for fresh chinook salmon.
Bother the pharmasists for a secret remedy until he sighs and gives in.
Give the lady yourcalifornia sunshine drivers license when she yawns and
Has to make sure you can buy a bottle.  ( I imangined what happened after we danced.)
She moved my pulse like safeways selectice bold brazillian roast.
I believe her secret recipies for pickled seduction.
Every first isle Leaves  me happily underneath the celings act three popcorn
Until I beg her to hold like fresh melting george forman grilled cheese (what I was looking for a long time from now)
The iron clad grill Whisperes"you have found her missing grocery list".  Why has her bias condemmed possibilies canned tuna fish in oil.  Theres nothing to see insider her locks of eggplant stems.   i can find a alternative way to cash my sacronized invisible receit stamped with red words raincbeck.  I couldnt afford you impulse items.

The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane.
He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning
of whskey and bull dogs.
I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a  can of raineer beer (if he really  goes there) ill never ask him.
             This is how lastcall always takes place:  a drunken masqerader our friend johnny
Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager.  ( are we drunk enouph yet)
I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight.
Master of the pitchers.  He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.  
Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to)
Our ladies still mention bach.  Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel.
Tueday means a victory at home.  Every player utters pride of being a regular.
We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies  ( a red head)
He charges like arhino.  Hes a animal without areason to ****.  But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening.  Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew
contaminate our ******* stories.  We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head.

He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair.  Every one of his is angry patrons drink until the switch flickers the message ( crawl home bfore the cops fish with dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot. (Searching for fake DW'S)  each of themshine a britemaglite until the last car disapears still swerving like a skunk ptetending to hide in the storm gutters.

The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane.
He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning
of whskey and bull dogs.
I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a  can of raineer beer (if he really  goes there) ill never ask him.
             This is how lastcall always takes place:  a drunken masqerader our friend johnny
Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager.  ( are we drunk enouph yet)
I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight.
Master of the pitchers.  He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.  
Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to)
Our ladies still mention bach.  Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel.
Tueday means a victory at home.  Every player utters pride of being a regular.
We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies  ( a red head)
He charges like arhino.  Hes a animal without areason to ****.  But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening.  Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew
contaminate our ******* stories.  We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head.

He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair.  Every one of his is angry like drini until the switch flicker themessage ( crawl home bforetheco9s fishwith dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot.

Were you a tomboy, the girl
who played football at recess.
The only one who didnt run
when a mouse died inside
the yellow pudding.
Jblm knows a girl.
She sneaks into the motor
Pool and wont
pass up taking
tanks for joy rides.
Or forget about
ratting out who
has the hugest mangina
down inside the unicorn.  
He walks by pulling up
His pants while a drip
of ***** martinie clencses
the uneven stony floor.
Her fingers move faster then
whips when she steals a cigarett
from his soft young lips.

I hear about his face
Being burned.
I hear spokane played
make belive with
The true meaning
of recovery.
Are they all playing
with syringes and
needles so sharp
You could weeve
the strings into
Linnens and
portraits of your
friends disapearing
from every hill
You lied about painting.
Over and over we all
waited at the end
of the tunnel.  until
the last train gave us
the message.  "hes on his own now"
I know they all tried.  
But now they will wait
For him anticipating the sounds
Of bells ringing a cadence saying
" hes somewhere else now"
They ask his mother
" wheres evan"
Even if she doesnt know
Where he is anymore.
Shell drum up half of
The true answer
Simply saying
The words
"I dont know"
"I dont know"