Gumboot Thursdays

Guilt over enjoying a sick dream,
Fades as the rain slants tin roof,
A dreamy, dreary thrusday,
And I feel pretty much fine, OK?

The puddles smile up at the sky,
Little vacations away from clouds,
Overflowing with hugs and hellos,
A girls brown eyes floods me.

Music of damned punks and the wise,
Lessons of a baseline symphony,
Cold feet and warm shoulders,
Not that bad at all but whatever?

A murder that happened not that long ago…
It’s just you now…OK?

I could have been a strong man,
But strength is for delusions,
I have the bruises you bit onto me,
Go get wet fetching the mail, OK?

Without a holiday you go crazy,
Don’t bother too much bout the love,
Once upon a time we loved,
She says farewell without a mention.

Something Abstract lingers silent,
In the little corners of her mind,
Lovely little dancer dreams,
Could’ve been something, OK?

This mountain was a prison,
Now its my little hideaway,
Maps only I can read,
Far, far, far away from your love.

OK?