Red House Painters Sundays And Holidays
what do you think in the back seat travelling through the yellow open state am i too slow to turn my thoughts to words to turn meaningless to meaning am i too down to notice smell and sound to tell dull from bright let the sad winter moon turn slow to my future and the cool dark air cover me in my nearing bed where angels, men and mothers get to spens their sundays and holidays where curtains hide the ugly scenes inside from the rest of us what's inside the brick walls of divide? barred window screens hospital - not a love scene hospital - not a calm ocean
