drinking beers all day
slicing thru just like butter
well smoked brisket
let’s bail
hey c’mon let’s bail
if you just never show up
you can never fail
palo duro
high up on red rock
canyons stretch below our feet
that west texas wind
in the trailer, pt. 1
as the weather turns
toes grow cold against the floor
fog in the window
pancake thursdays
when the mix splatters
the only thing that matters
is pancake batters
on my motorbike, pt. 1
trees scatter shadows
across gentle asphalt curves
as i shift poorly
keys to success
keep clicking buttons
try to look really busy
zoom in & zoom out
excuses, pt. 2
i could make some grand
excuses, but honestly
i just plum forgot
How we cope with the disappointment in ourselves and others
My mother told me
That what’s kept in your stomach
Eventually rots.
-Peter McCrady
