words read
as they trickle off page
and paint you a scene from
a memory, all but lost to time.

its April
the rain falls
you're not here at all
i feel like running away
finding a sunnier day

then i get a call from you
my grey skies they all turn to blue

put the phone to your heart
wrap my arms around your guitar
I'm just learning at love
i can't play it too hard

i walk the way of the sun, to stay in the light
my insides feel sick though, like they want to cry
everyone who wears "mid-term" face
clogs weightily along, at reluctant [but determined] paces

where the spine holds deep
the preasure undertook
where music bends
the sound from the book

I hug a guitar
and think of you
D. string's busted
can still play blue.

So much on my mind
right now too much to say
Funny how I can't write
even one word that stays.

sit in the grass
near where the pink tree blossoms grow
(watch the traffic move on slow)
what you find in the day
is what you make
i didn't stop traffic,
but i could use the break

We talked about religion and after life, and Jesus Christ
..All over death
He told me of his beliefs, and how they came to be
...All over death
Talking little about work, or the body being at rest
[All this too, over death]
I conceded that I’d think a little more about
All the possibilities, but retain my doubt,
[As we set the ****** features and drained the blood out]
Conversation had turned deep, leaving me room to think

All over death