Tom- Tom
Empty, blue.
We would lay against the green grass and dream of rain-catchers.
The air was empty except for 103.3 The Edge.
Empty except for laughter.
Empty, empty, the blue light lasted the day and swept us into
our adult lives.
TomWe would lay against the green grass and dream of rain-catchers.
The air was empty except for 103.3 The Edge.
Empty except for laughter.
Empty, empty, the blue light lasted the day and swept us into
our adult lives.
Bus terminal. Greying hair as thick as straw, You shave in the sink Before you fall black and down On the cold-smeared-shit tiling of the Greyhound bathroom. There is no life before Fent, she said. He