again void of sleep,
carried over parallel lines
by blues.
Our names are engraved in our
neighbor's guitar.
The Korean man likes ecstacy,
and we all love music
and food
and ***
Just like our parents.
We pass a thousand sunflowers at their day jobs.
These hills remind me of home
and food
and ***
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 10:44 PM UTC
again void of sleep,
carried over parallel lines
by blues.
Our names are engraved in our
neighbor's guitar.
The Korean man likes ecstacy,
and we all love music
and food
and ***
Just like our parents.
We pass a thousand sunflowers at their day jobs.
These hills remind me of home
and food
and ***
