kicking around
dried up and homeward bound
rain is like the sound of trains
the neighbors are out of sugar
and i am on my back
spinning around
speaking to clouds
and ghosts with no faces
still chase kids through the alley
and whistle around
with arms at my side
and both my legs shaking
kicking city habits
in this old town.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
kicking around
dried up and homeward bound
rain is like the sound of trains
the neighbors are out of sugar
and i am on my back
spinning around
speaking to clouds
and ghosts with no faces
still chase kids through the alley
and whistle around
with arms at my side
and both my legs shaking
kicking city habits
in this old town.
