3 MORE DAYS...
...WHAT'S GOOD IS THIS: just three more days until the month of May is all over. Never been a good month for me since 2006. Two years in a role, counting. And hopefully it's like what they say about love...the third one's a charm. Just glad that the month is about over.
...AND, nothing good ever becomes of the month of May besides wild flowers and lawn mowers that wake me up like a unstrung passion...two months closer to the love I once fathomed...two years away from the time that I was once removed from the given oaths of quicksand...
...June lune, the trees in full-bloom...the clouds: they scream, the grass is mellow and the sky's an eye of cosmic foreplay away. Finger the dirt, dig the earth and become a profound mineral of what you are and the rain will induce you to heavy silence.
...WHAT'S GOOD IS THIS: just three more days until the month of May is all over. Never been a good month for me since 2006. Two years in a role, counting. And hopefully it's like what they say about love...the third one's a charm. Just glad that the month is about over.
...AND, nothing good ever becomes of the month of May besides wild flowers and lawn mowers that wake me up like a unstrung passion...two months closer to the love I once fathomed...two years away from the time that I was once removed from the given oaths of quicksand...
...June lune, the trees in full-bloom...the clouds: they scream, the grass is mellow and the sky's an eye of cosmic foreplay away. Finger the dirt, dig the earth and become a profound mineral of what you are and the rain will induce you to heavy silence.
