you'd drive home in the winter and think it was so late and you still do. and the stars would appear as pinpricks of light, ever so far away, and the moon would hang low in the sky as if welcoming you, and to a child in the backseat the world looked like a painting you could have made yourself.
title inspired by the excellent poem "what the light was like" by amy clampitt
Posted in response to the challenge Sky.
and all his other songs, album covers mostly variations of a homesick grayish-green. Acoustic guitar thrumming through the speakers in steady 4/4 time.
take me out.
knock me over the head with a baseball bat and drag my unconscious form
beneath the shadowed wall. into a wardrobe. a hobbit hole.
wherever you can think to put me, do so. i want out.
i want to make my mark
I go through weeks like I do sheets of paper, or hair ties, or poems.
I use them all up but I can't remember what I wrote.
Years are like that too. Someone asks what I did last Monday
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