Free flow
memories lingering...

She caressed me with
flame retardant fingers...

Wasted wanderings, pointless ponderings,
washed out dream launderings...

Where does the March wind go
when it runs out of breath...

I don't think
i'll ever get over...

I had a dream
of salvation in the night...

Float down like softly falling snowflakes to
leave golden glow halo kisses upon troubled brows...

So I sit here drinking,
quietly, silently thinking...

That there are
dead men...

I have my heart from when a child,
I keep it on a shelf...

If I've a belief in religion
I'm unaware what it is...

The ragged man shuffles
down the slow alley...