I was just now thinking about the jaws of life. How they chew you up and spit you right. Back into the frying pan. . And how life unwinds round and around.
Autumn has come to rest. In her garden. Come to paint the trees with emptiness. And no pardon. So many things have come undone. Like the leaves on the ground.
Autumn has come to rest. In her garden. Come to paint the trees with emptiness. And no pardon. So many things have come undone. Like the leaves on the ground.
Said the straight man to the late man. "Where have you been?". I've been here and I've there and I've been in between. . I talk to the wind, my words are all carried away.