banging into my brain
wrote them down and I think they’re pretty damn good
must of been all the vodka I drank last night
our future is shaped by our past in one way or another
twilight road is where I dwell
know people, no peace
some days you’re the horse and some days you’re the shovel
some days you’re the hawk soaring high in the sky above it all
up with the clouds flying free and easy
a long time ago summer just replayed in my mind for some reason
as I was watching the rain fall splash splat splat on my windshield
the rain was drumming a sandy nelson song on my car roof
went over to a friends house who had recently died
I went into the studio and there were large paintings and small paintings
finished and unfinished, but all colored with melancholy
his brushes, paints, palette, canvases and easels all waited for him to come back
drops of paint on the floor, walls, ceiling
his old easel could tell many stories
he had had enough; that’s what his note said they said
that wolf in the forest is always hungry
there was no path to victory but plenty of alleyways to defeat
It’s too bad we can’t order a package of contentment and inner peace
have it shipped to us overnight prime
