November 20, 2021
Dry wood bursts to flame
Fire spreads and claims its casualty
And in taking you
Your fire claimed my reality
Cans rattle behind a Cadillac
Driving up Central Park West
It’s noon and I’m just out of bed
Walking my dreams down the block
And my nightmares
Like an old dog
Drag
Dry wood sits and waits
Wedged in a cage, waits for hands’ grasp
And in meeting you
Your hands, they claimed all I had left
This is one of the songs I wrote last November as I wrote a song a day for a month. I shared the audio on Patreon. Will be doing this again and sharing each song on Patreon as I go.