Solitude stands in the doorway, I'm struck once again by her black silhouette...
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Shimm Shimmy
Shim shimmy sweet one, shake it like you mean it.
I'll give you some credit for being a bushranger.
You're backdated like me.
Perhaps even further off.
The rattle and whisper of the mind is rapid and always changing. Sometimes crooning in my ear, sometimes howling at the moon.And yet, though I run a winding road, I keep running into the same ghosts. Chasing down a vision and a dream.
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