Monday, June 9, 2014


I see the boy collecting fingerprints from a girl 
As they kiss over the warm pavement 
I see the newspaper black and cold pressed spreading disease 

I grab my coffee and watch the clouds warm the shadows over the mountain 
The music drifts into the back of some memory of you 
As I drive 

And it's all I think of 
As I put the song 
On repeat