This country looks like one big car park. The winters are so very long. And everybody wonders where the light has gone. . And shallow is moving state lines.
I threw out the photographs. Like yesterdays flowers. I tried to erase the past. But it won't go away. . I painted the second room. and cleared out the basement.
When I hear the men outside my window kicking down my door. All the megaphones are screaming letters of the law. Would you walk in through the gate and visit me?.