#79 penn station 06.02.10



susan b and ronnie sitting in a tree
seemed like a good idea (at the time) to me.
three stacked high one low
woman are women are women.
i left the station cried into the sun-
dog
gone and jet tails foreboding.
boding well hearths were wet were moaning groaning hell.
half a handle full hand later
one year no tear
the snow and days turned yellow.
and still a lonesome fellow