Monthly Archives: September 2015

Legacy: Powdered Milk

There’s always powdered milk on the table when I go home, Soup crackers and rye bread for porridge. It isn’t my home– There’s always an empty room for visitors to sleep, To stay. But there’s never much room for me. I packed my things last night to runaway, I locked the door and threw my…

Nap

I can’t sleep or I’ll get drunk,  On the lucid liquid I sip in my dreams.  If I fall too deep I won’t wake up Because I’ll dream of you, alive and well,  My hair is long and my hands are full With dandelions from the garden we planted.  If I sleep I’ll remember everything…

Vinyl

Vinyl  We all have edges and grooves, That play sounds. Some aren’t too sweet, Or just ambient. But you play a sound that reminds Me of May, The sun on my face. Your edges aren’t too famous, And mine don’t play well So I’m glad I found you; I think you’ve become my favourite record.