"well I have seen some dirty windows"
I think, and press my back against the shaking glass
"life is short and sometimes pleasant"
so i fill my lungs up with sweet Kentucky grass
All catched in wildwood lover's bramble
catched in the brier and the ever-weaving vine
through thin-laced research we discover
and in turn remarking on the common things we find
i have dreams and crazy visions
I see the Wilsons on the California shore
all smudged with sage and cleansed with reason
so i wont have these nightly visions any more
released February 5, 2016
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