Thursday, November 25, 2010

To forget the moon.
To ignore the night sky light.
To be that easy.

A little ice and cold

Snow bound and stupid
I'm not prey to your follies,
I just wish I was...

Maybe that is a lie
pride is such a funny thing.
I do like the play.

sometimes I am at odds.

I want to run trains
into the ground till they stop
or just plant daises.