Just some stuff I’ve seen while I’ve been out and about.
And that’s the way I see things around here.
Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
through myself and back again
Where? I don’t know
Maria says she’s dying
through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don’t know
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Your neck of the woods really is gorgeous when the weather is nice. And when the weather isn’t nice, at least you’ve got dawgz. Are they fetching frisbees yet?
As for commas… I can tell you’re not even trying. You reverted back to your old ways a while ago. Heh. I’ll continue my comma series once I’m back in Seoul, but to what end?
Ouch! I actually thought I was doing better! Guess I’m just an old dog trying to learn a new trick…
More dog pics and I’m no talking from the club. Peace Out!