song named Day


crumpled up in, moisture gras.

eyelids pierced, by yellow stares.

rusty fence and, seasons past

listning in, to summergreen



stuffed aisle, taken seats

traffic lights in, dirty streets

long gone fiels, for metal square

move away, from everywhere

***
There is noone here with harm and pride.

Nothing here will change my life.

Nothing here will blight the vain.

Swiming in the hollow rain.
***

stretch out in, a canvas chair.

Breathing slowly, soften air

lie down dead, with a world respite.

sleep as all good, things go bye.


...sorry for the weird way i put this up.. this is a song I made using "summertime" which is a poem i put on here some time ago..

wow that sounds like a Roma Ryan lyric!

awh! thanks so much! This is my acoustic song.. gonne sound something like Lou Reeds "walk on the wild side"..