It was a Tuesday night by the side of the stage. What was he thinking? They would eat the band alive.
Haiku #63
Hindsight, retelling Of the facts we were blind to As it came to pass
Desolation
At the cemetery yesterday As I placed my flowers And cleared the leaves Blown against your stone Trapped by old arrangements I realized looking at the dates You've been gone now Longer than you were alive for And I feel a little part of me die In that realization -Kel Dayheart