
i don’t know
i don’t know
if i can
trust
myself
one day to the next to
love
as much as
the next

i was going to go there
but
instead…
well…
you can guess the rest
i wish i was there
in an imaginary
northern california
barn
with imaginary
dancers
and endless
waves
a collision of real
and thought would
i’d probably fall into it
like a venetian canal
a real myth
i wish i was there
on an endless blues solo
forever
dark figured shadows
and fire
no where to feel
like a stranger
no doubt to go
out and out into the world
a repetition of pithy complaint
over and over again
makes beautiful lines
get grizzly
i want to have a ranch in albion
and fall apart with the fog
into the oblivion
but real
nevermind the silliness
nothin
necessarily transcendental
just a thing that can
happen
This one turned out a bit hippy, if that’s your thing, you’re welcome, if not, you’re welcome.
also, Music Everyday was / is like, not the creativist title ever and so these are now a part of a thingy called “REVERIES” and yes, that added notch of pretentious *does* make me breathe a little easier.
the end.