Sam & Sam
reflections.
The ribbons of my restraints,
start to be untied,
halo's of my pseudo saints,
have lost all my pride.
Rain held me in a warm embrace,
left me feeling whole,
pleasure gift so slight and swift,
directly to my soul.
Hard boil traffic left to cool,
silent walk away,
can't catch rain,
can catch snow,
lots of folks that I don't know.
They want me,
don't know why,
they still stand and I still lie.
She watched me make her laugh,
saw dry rain in a photograph,
does she long to make me hunger,
can this food make me stronger,
rhythm, rhythm, rhythm,
but only in my mind,
always round the bend,
torn jacket,
empty pocket,
in time all will mend.