Who am I, I shouted on the corner of two streets. Who am I, went looking to the bottom of a bottle. I’m somewhere between Baudelaire and Mad magazine. Just sitting there…… full throttle. I don’t think God makes mistakes and I don’t think I’m a really doin’ wrong, but somedays I think I don’t…
Category: Nudes
Who Can Blame Them
I’m just listening to lovers and waning like the round lights. I’m just asking older faces. They just closing like the quiet. Tulips were shaken by the wind of what was spoken. Now I’m dancing like a ship above all that has sunken. And I feel sorry for those that had to drown swallowing the…
Next Time You’re Driftin’ My Way
Next time you’re driftin my way, land on me like a butterfly. Dig your toes into my sand. So many times the days go by and night falls into my empty hands. Next time you catch my eye, touch me like the angel healed the lamb. Next time you’re driftin my way, dance with me…