Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Perspiration

Days like these, I miss having a TV... Sometimes inspiration comes at the tail-end of the Drone Zone, zonked in the crib, in nothing but a T-shirt and some knee-high socks, with a cold can of Progresso and maybe some gas station nachos and cheez, and a Saturday night marathon of Dr House...

I think of these days as the glittering tail,
The performance is the great ball of fire,
On it I'm riding clear across the sky,
And anyone lucky enough to see
Anyone lucky enough to catch me
Anyone lucky enough can wish and wish and wish
Just to be there when I fall.

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