moon unburdens
swishing gloom
aura on the row in the curbs are raw
left to the side is the midnight mission
workers there give free food
on the corner of fifth and los angeles blvd
the mission staples me to the pew
lice is flying
fights break out
serve me my dead mother please
give me some bird wings please
robbed so many tims when i could not walk
mom why dont you bring uncle rich
his needles in the tithe box
his finger growing moss
bring grandpa
i want his guitar back
i want to drink warm beer in the garage
hiding from grandma
my beer flooding hell
the curb is hot
buildings are not real
i have been walking for so long
mountains through
i swam on the bottom of the sea
i ran from me and now you know why

feels like a dark dreary morning, but even those moments have a story.

such vivid images Jimmy

very nice.enjoyed.