Mr. Plaskett
Cups filled with stale whiskey
Can taste the weather on your tongue,
Will it ever come?
Thunder makes you wonder; makes you dream & escape.
The world cries out,
My two gray eyes.
Love will break through the glass,
Gaze out.
See, smell, anticipate; the oncoming season.
Eyes; communicate the hustle
Heart; comes to a halt
Cars trip over the clouds.
Gazing out through the glass,
Watch the water from their eyes.
My head. My Heart. My Beat. My Light.
Come consumed with sound.
The instrumental;
Only medication for heart ache.
