Neglect

I have been down right awful about keeping up my writing. 

I'll get to writing here again soon, but for now my favorite lyrics of all time.

Listening for the hoofs of the rescue party

Waiting for some ghost pony to glide into Berkely

With an old fish bowl for a tear-trap strapped to its ghost saddle

And it moves slow like an exercise bike on an airport walkway

Something that wouldn't smell like ground ants or glossy magazine cologne

But a wet street after light, late summer rain

A wooden match just lit

Or something new in the green subject of a landscape painting

Or something new in the foreground in a poster of some Asian mountains

that says "PATIENCE" in a funky italics