We walked over the bridge in Milwaukee. Past the statue of Fonz and the duck. With the wind kicking in. and the sparrows all running amok. And that woman, your friend.
In the woods we lit a fire. And we watched a wary deer walk by. The trees were restless,. moving underbrush. And clouds were banking in the sky. . But I got a message from the hummingbird.
Up till now, I lived my life. Drinking beer so slowly, and sometimes wine. No God, air, water or sunshine. And honesty was my only excuse. I took your love and I used it.
Bedtime stories just got the hook. Allegories that stay in the book. So much was simply over. In the little bit of time it took. So come on and trace me that arc.
Haunted by unholy ghosts. Never heal what hurts the most. Drown the sea, burn out the sun. With broken heart and loaded gun. . Step away, step away. Million miles away.
With her long hair haloed in the doorway. Almost lost my balance then I had to double back again. Velvet lines trace the feathers of her bright wings.
Stuck on repeat. Down dead end streets. A cruise controlled. By hollow machines. . Long trips through smoking Pines. Still lost, despite what we find.
Who took home the gold. The champion of assholes. Figured out the gaps. To slip into our lives. Who could spend a lifetime. Listening to your bullshit.