For Every Time

i burned my finger
trying to be
cool

truckin’
like
the doo-da
man

arrows
and
all

hell
where
am I
Now

Lost among the
lonely

where
to go
From Here

Typing away my life.
From here, to there.

lay ’em down

NO

NEVER

talk to the music
listen in
on
other
realities

living a fat man’s life

it takes time

Never Busted
on
Bourbon Street
St.
James
That’s
his name

a Pirate
in the dark

a Pirate
in the light

a box full of
dreams
and Moonlight

the mirror
a
window

how many nights
has the garden been
closed

how many nights
must I
live
or die

©J.D.C.IV 2019

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