Sprocket tongue wake up
It’s alway tease, tease, tease
And then it’s please, please, please
And sometimes it just bad cheese
Gassing up for the apocalypse
Saigon square
A horse with wings
All hail to the common market
Chasing balls in the backyard
Early morning haircut
Charlotte with the beautiful eyes
Aging men in bicycle shorts
Luggage on a Sunday morning
The trees take me somewhere
New and familiar
They grow out of rocks sometimes
Unable to refresh, I turn my head
And smell another flower
Advanced mountain driving
Waiting for the curve
My life and the 2.9 seconds
Crossing the Captain Paul Hardy Bridge
Innovation corrupting the sons
And daughters of maintenance
Good chicken and friendly owls
Electric mushrooms
Growing accustomed to our
Dependence on the kindness
Of strangers
Who’s life did I save
In another life to deserve this
So
“Blow on the coal of the heart
And we’ll see by and by”
Books on a shelf
With every wet nose a sort of
Home coming
Schwervon! 