Tag Archives: photography
I’ll climb that tree all wet with sap
I was having trouble with my tenses—is, was, will be
Don’t ever tire of being hunted, haunted
Paint them white as January
I’m floating in a black balloon
You fly boys crack me up
You tell me it calms your nerves
Dying crapshooter’s blues
Let’s go place some money on the order of the horses
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
I woke up with this song in my head this morning






























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































