Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Split Enz Tonight

I was caught up by the strings of evening
As four walls held in sounds straining
To reach the farthest corners of memory
Yesterday's stars bright reclaiming
The beauty of former glory
I was sucked in by the oasic sounds
Of men becoming young again.

No comments:

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...