Blood - Dispatch
One old man a ten hour day And not a dime to spare Playin’ on his pawn shop horn And breathin’ into the air I’ve got more coal to fire And another soul to feed Little old lady left the scene About an hour ago Her purse was filled All her silver unsold Little old […]
Wanna be Your bread and butter Wanna be The honey in your jar Wanna be Your bread and butter Wanna be The honey in your jar
the furrowed bed of sand worries again as it had before the waves left the land. for the falling tide leaves a child weeping alone, he’s letting go of the anchor and all the lines… waiting for the fingers of the grey wave or his mother’s hand to roll over him with endless water… 10,000 […]
