NEW YEARS — 1975
Oh I’ll run from the house of madness
on a rainy night
and down the slippery pavement
laughing tears
streaming with the rain
god damn
I’ll geta bottle and shake
my wet body on strange
doorsteps
like a dog
drip drip drip
and i won’t be dead
yeh!
there’ll be music on a hill
and i’ll sit to watch the sunrise
as jewel lights fade
and people dream beneath my
gaze
the bottle will be almost gone
and there’ll be
new places to go
yeh!
Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2009.
hell yeah!
can see the difference…