observational poetry, sitting on a bench, unfinished probably
river water, sodden bones, goosebumps, geese,
man tells me it's gonna get better,
i am smiling weakly by the dam
every time i sit in this park i wonder how long i have left.
black dogs bounding over the grass,
cut out holes in daylight as their silhouettes speed
man tells me it's gonna get better,
i am smiling weakly by the dam
every time i sit in this park i wonder how long i have left.
black dogs bounding over the grass,
cut out holes in daylight as their silhouettes speed