I pray for the beauty of gray days
wet roads like deep oil
steam rising off the pavement as the air warms
little drips are tears from clouds
kissing warm cheeks
when i turn my head up to smile at the sky
and the sun comes out
burning eyes
making me look down again
and I pray for gray days
and that's a monkey
wet roads like deep oil
steam rising off the pavement as the air warms
little drips are tears from clouds
kissing warm cheeks
when i turn my head up to smile at the sky
and the sun comes out
burning eyes
making me look down again
and I pray for gray days
and that's a monkeyVIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
oxy:
iggy:
somewhere on the bowery.....across from CBGB...it will be a short set but you are welcome to come if you want....