
ocean side, in my mind, anyways……

ocean side, in my mind, anyways……
i reach this point, never want sleep. four a.m. coming quickly. after that, it starts again. want to stay up all night long, see if it’s the same…..

give me plenty of that guitar….
Stills. slowly filling, liquid gold. into jars, under pale moonlight, somehow shines. second job. every night 🌙
peculiar, interesting, what used to be. considered brilliantly. these days, time rolls on. relentlessly, leaving behind daydreams, unbelievable schemes, mixing illogically….crazy visions spinning, expecting to be believed……
eighteen years old, smiling maliciously, winking inappropriately. can’t escape reality……

desperate, dissary…..swirling into Kansas, Dorothy will be here, Toto and Ezra too…….

waltzing …
this girl i love, she don’t know. if she did, i’d have to behave. act like i cared. that makes me scared. trick or treat, my love, my sweet……
known as, The Fenton Road Bum. kinda harsh. in my young eyes, i saw a human, a little down on his luck maybe. but still the same. his dignity matters somehow, someway……