Cold rain falls in the river, flows down to the sea, gets into the skyline, circles endlessly. Same old rain on the wind, same old pain in my soul.

Friday, January 29, 2010


Hi, last time i tried this, all i got was "to a fish" so i figure it's worth another shot.
I find myself once again in the middle of NorthCarolina on a weekend.
Storm on the way and truck needs loading and driving. But i don't care.
I'm in the woods on a beautiful trail, all forrest gump.
I run awhile, then i walk, then i gather.
Two stones give me spit as the miles fall behind.
All is well,
the walk is good.
Damn the truck,
bring on the storm.
Gotta run, now, i ain't no mushroom!
Have a lovely weekend.