On days like this,
When I can taste the ocean...

You were all I want to see
in a city where beauty...

Make like an arrow and miss
your target. This life has more...

Make like an arrow and miss
your target. This life has more...

It died. It died.
The solitary bubble...

Recall drunk spring black like music on blow
shadow of smooth chant above a place void of...

A sad, drunk boy laughs.
The sound is sweeter then air...

More just random spurts of thought then anything...