Today

I drank half a gallon of sweet tea. I looked out my blurry window at the concrete sky. I tried to sing but my throat merely shuddered. My harmonica took my breath away. I looked for a pen and found none. I got lost in my own hallway. I segregated my confidences from my uncertainties. No longer will they mingle. I read lamentations. I missed that soft and bruised little heart.

More to come, later.

http://myspace.com/theroostercrow
That's some music of mine.

I'm leaving the house now to see the beautiful Michelle and leave my filthy dreams behind in my bedsheets.