it
was
his
my
truck
broke
down
my
girl
left
me
my
dog
died
kinda
day

so
the
urban
tumbleweed
is
me
like
how
do
I
make
that
ghost
fresh

the
houses
were
creatures
sleeping
breathing
or
maybe
holding
their
breath

the
ides
came
in
with
those
slow
groove
foot
to
the
pedal
kick
back
like
feels

I
lost
that
note
that
you
wrote
me
before
I
even
knew
who
you
were

she
dreamt
once
she
would
do
things
when
she
woke
she
found
herself
doing
them

I
walked
on
the
moss
because
it
was
soft
sorry
moss
I
crushed
your
dreams

he
sat
with
coffee
and
a
hallmark
card
that
he
wrote
in
for
a
long
time

I
lay
awake
all
night
petting
her
just
to
make
sure
she
slept
okay

I'm
not
sayin'
you
ain't
pretty
all
I'm
sayin'
is
I'm
not
ready

-linda ronstadt

the
moon
dreams
dreamt
the
moon
dreaming
the
moon
moon
dreams
moons
dreamed
the
dream
moon

she
put
poetic
phrases
on
like
skirts
then
we
wrote
a
song
untitled

tell
mama
all
about
it
tell
mama
what
you
need
tell
mama

-janis joplin

it's
3/6
I'm
36
on
3/7
I'll
be
37

oh
cool
old
blue
car
behind
that
fence
why
don't
nobody
ride
in
you

lifting
clouds
dropping
them
in
your
lap
again
if
only
you'd
just
look

watching
them
I
was
a
kid
again
I
don't
want
to
be
a
kid
again

her
drawing
suited
the
music
they
danced
together
the
sound
and
her
art

the
lights
bright
showed
off
their
stellar
squats
from
a
third
floor
in
a
city

the
evening
was
chilly
and
there
was
no
moon
but
I
wanted
to
go
there