James

My eyes fix a place, where we just carry on, no one feels the pain, or cares for our ways, a river rises then is gone, beyond any time haze, then she sees my face, the running line of alcohol, red veins seriously plain, say I'll soon be away, a wolf howls at the moon, the opposite of coming home, maybe I'll take a train, search for a winter stove, somewhere across the Bay, who knows raise the game, a trap of broken runs, better my thoughts this way, to beat disgrace, like some walking bomb, does anyone really say, we do it all alone?