Blue seas red summers. Long years in slumber. Deaf ears hear thunder. Dump lips speak wonders. . Red eyes burning through the night. Giant wings rise up in flight.
Even now I see him walking home at sundown. he's whistling rock of ages with his lunchbox at his side. I still recall the smell of smoke and ashes on his jacket.
I go to church on Sunday morning. Come home and beat my wife. My name is Joe and you know me. I've lived here all of my, damn life. . What a life, I've got this pain, I cannot speak of.