I made love in a hurricane
I tied shoes to a running bull
I sang songs in a cemetery
I drank beers underground
I walked on rope over running water
I flew high then had to come down
I raced fast on a singletrack
I woke up in the dead of night
But I never
Fell asleep
In the Art of War
Tag: bull
Cold Hands (day 2111)
It’s time for you to go
Dust settled down the row
Sure, it’s been a long time
Dont ever get this way.
Slammed my grace in Dixieland
Endlessly spinning another dime
Cold hands and beating heart
Don’t ever get this way.
Rattle me a sitting bull
Arrow through my my spine
Repeating every second word
You let me get this way.
Toughness (day 1752)
What a long, dusty road it becomes
As I snake my cool eyes towards limitless skies
And bull horns I’ve worn well
Emanate a toughness
I don’t want to carry anymore.