saw dust storm

mulling over breakfast pizza
taking in a life already lived
a life yet to be lived
red rooster serenades my naked ear
saw dust on the ground
saw dust in this head
but just when i close my eyes


somewhere in the west village
some many years ago



today la is gray skies
holding on to me like a blankie
in an upstate house
but no snow here
nope, just holding hands with green



i just wanted to talk to you
like we did that one time
when i was on the couch
and you were in the car
when i lost my keys and you let me in
when you lost your way and i came to get you
when we were in the middle of it all



we are
i know
in the middle
always in the middle
exactly where we should be




mulling over breakfast pizza
holding hands with green
listening with this naked ear and clicking jaw
under gray la skies
with my eyes open