I know an emptiness you might know I walked a path that proved too late….or too slow Maybe you remember those days And you feel a thread of dreams lost in a night on an empty… An empty, empty, well lit street Walking home the wrong way Like Those homeward bound dogs who never arrive [Piecemeal in a blazing steamed Weedy -Alley With a green and “nostalgics “ I’ve invented this new science A new science like a “once-a-day” pill Whilst those never quite re-materialize ... read more
