"My heart is an open wound

Screaming

For home sweet home

Incense and day old cigarettes still burning,

The hum of a Harley singing

Me

To

Sleep,

Rolled down foggy windows

And

Empty Corona bottles, the caps still on my dresser

Next to the Fender Squire Daddy bought

Before we laid him in the ground

Marked like a family legacy on the

December

Wind in Henrietta.

I know you're always with me.'"

11:51am 12/11/2005


Note: Written at the Tulsa Annual Toy Run this year, right after the four year anniversary of my father's death...I guess I was just longing for the life I never got...thanks for reading!