The end of the first month - SotW [Week of 1-30-11]

Every day, every one should try something new. Like using a typewriter for a beat, or birdcalls. Written in the hearts of friends would be fresh.


SotW 1/30:

Blackwoods  Ghosts I've Met

Poured out like trains,

across the wind-warn plain,

nothin' short of nothin' left to say.

Cigarettes in the rain,

it's a long life anyway,

it's a long life anyway.

And the hardest thing was fallin',

down the staircase gracefully,

to an unending sea of last

laughs given back to me.

Long drive for change,

small town vanishing,

into points I try to make.

The landline just rang,

found us answering,

nobody answering.

And the hardest thing was fallin',

down the staircase gracefully,

to an unending sea of last

laughs given back to me.

Wine where the dark river bleeds

light through the trees,

fireworks for leaves,

Strange in the sadness like waves,

breaking of days,

only blackwoods remain.

only blackwoods remain,

only blackwoods remain.

And the hardest thing was falling,

down the staircase gracefully,

to an unending sea of last

laughs given back to me.