Raccoon dead on the side of the road
Black crows fill the sky
Haven't eaten in a day or two
This meat is pretty dry
Here I lay on ice and grit..
The cold wind burns my mind..
God **** cabin fever fit..
Depletes my stock of wine.....
Share my blanket with scratching mice.
Who scratch straight down my spine
On this northern walk about
Of a wasted Tundra mind...
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Raccoon dead on the side of the road
Black crows fill the sky
Haven't eaten in a day or two
This meat is pretty dry
Here I lay on ice and grit..
The cold wind burns my mind..
God **** cabin fever fit..
Depletes my stock of wine.....
Share my blanket with scratching mice.
Who scratch straight down my spine
On this northern walk about
Of a wasted Tundra mind...
Traveler, Amy, Adam..
When there are three strange minds doing a line at a time without editing, this turns out pretty strange...
