I sit among the music and think (about these things):
I hugged your aunt,
Your grandmother laughed.
Meanwhile you are laying feet away,
not looking like you (my scowl lasted all day).
Young, sweet, sarcastic (I missed it).
To the woods (young buffalo).
Between snow covered trees (sad as ever, than ever known).
Put the gun to your head (to the side),
and you are gone.
I am the most sorry,
I didn't see it (among your two sentences).
your head is that fragile.
I hope for the most calm for you (David).
Friday, January 4, 2013
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Old pappy tree, old willow,
it makes me feel small.
You got to get wise,
you got to get a saint,
you got to say amen.
And give me my god damned medal.
I'm devout or devoted,
I'm on my knees more days than nights,
It all counts.
Tally my marks and open the sky.
If you are looking to be legendary,
you are anything but a legend.
Posted by SarahJames* at Friday, July 15, 2011