Sweetheart

The clouds are low here today. Spreading over the city like a nightmare.

I've an Urge. Slide guitar trembling E minor, remembering itself as a passing semi.

I'm flickering like Caligari. Behind the skin. From Here to There.

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I whisper low.. To the Places that know.


I walk the hallways of hotels



















and canyons

Kicking around like a ghost.

This is where I Am, today, Piece of my heart traveling well loved directions.

Hush.

This is A dirty secret in the wind. Like a whistle in a crystal glass. A breath through the brass bells hanging by a windowsill.