Tag: selective

What the hell are you doing?
Their hair piled high in the style of the fifties
He was having a hard time keeping her on his mind
The actress put out her hand
He, of all people, knows what’s real and what’s not
Zipping past the white fencing and rusting wire
The roadside ditches were full of jumpweed and slashberry
And we learn even more by trying and failing
She didn’t want to be like that
In no time laughter was rocking them both
Damn the snakes my man was coming for me
You may not be ready for enlightenment
Interpretation isn’t my department
The secrecy of the confessional has not been violated
Everything is silent except for the surf
Any thought that this was just a joke evaporated
A night train from Birmingham blows through
My family’s done a lot of traveling around
On the walls, diverse oil paintings
A massive, blocky modern sculpture sits over the door