⠀⠀⠀ we (us, earth ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ and.⠀⠀⠀your ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ grasses ) have ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀this time frozen for just you ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and me ⠀⠀ today ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀come to think of it, it’s ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ w o n d e r f u l ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ b ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ u ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ t ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀what will happen ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀when ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ w ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ e ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ retrace our steps (in ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ reverse, or sdrawkcab ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀) , a ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ n ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ d ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀then find that ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ we’re firmly ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ rooted in tomorrow- oh i don’t want ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀that ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀only this romantic lovely ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ now
When I was growing up in Wisconsin, dairy farms were everywhere. It was always fun visiting my aunt and uncle's dairy farm, even though they put me to work. For many years the only bathroom they had was away from the house! I read an article today about people complaining about smells coming from dairy farms and pig farms. It reminded me when our family would drive the 3 1/2 hours to visit Grandma and Grandpa. Some farms hardly had any bad odor, but others reeked! This was especially horrible to us city kids. "Mom, what's that smell?" my sisters and I would ask every time. We asked Mom because she'd answer us. Dad would only laugh. Good times!
Midwest dairy farms intermittent putrid stench- fun childhood road trips
this is my favorite pair of jeans. they fit my legs tight and then loose and the color keeps to itself.
this is my favorite sweater. it keeps me warm and it’s the color of moss.
i’ve been wearing the same shirt for three days, but i’ve showered between those days i’ve been seeing you for a week but you’ve talked to your girlfriend between those days. my neighbor threw my clothes on the floor cause he needed the dryer so now i have to wash them all over again and i don’t have $3, the machine ate two so i only have one left
your copy of rear window is on my floor. your copy of monty python is on my floor.
thick hair, thick hands, thick wool, i’m thinning but you’re only getting warmer
i’m tired of men entering my life and taking all of my heat right before winter comes.
Standing by a lake It is simple Though this feeling is not One that cannot be contrived Nor bought Only caught In places like this When God leans down from heaven To plant a kiss Feel your worries blown away See the waves TOSS, them away Sleeping heart awake It is a brand new day
I can’t say we’re the same but I too have lost large parts of me to greener pastures Your dark bricks turn to dust and paint the snow a red maroon “The stories they’d tell” Says everyone sad to see them crumble but not sad enough to do anything about it “Someone should do something” Someone, but not they Milwaukee I too am a lot like you, if you only knew How far I slid sickly over the Kinnickinnic oil slicks Past fallen trees and draining pipes Until being caught by a shopping cart Left on the muddy banks by some poor poor impoverished soul Who also didn’t really care enough to return it to the Pick & Save From which it was taken I’ve sure seen better days and I too have come a long way Like I got on to Fond Du Lac Avenue and kept walking Until I reached Well... Fond Du Lac Like I ascended Kilbourn Park with a pick-axe Defeated the yeti on top and shoved your blue flag Through his heart, cracking it open like a Pabst or Schlitz can and dropped a quarter in a homeless guy’s jar And he told me I was just like you I can too burn bright like the foundries in the valley Or roar like railcars and rattle the south side Or be courageous like the captain Sailing to Muskegon Over choppy freshwater treachery I can shutter in peace like your factories when I fall asleep And never wake back up I can drive all my loved ones away Just like you have For the past five decades I’m exactly like you Because I too Wait for a sunnier day