Not the first wagon I fell off….

I’m afraid
I’ve fallen off the 
band wagon.
I’ve been draggin’ my ass but
enjoying the ride,

it well enough to 
keep it up. 
I reckon 
I’ll write some more, if thoughts fit 
form and times permit.

Shadorma November, Day...something or other.....hermits aren't good at keeping 
track of the days.

(the return of) Monday’s Music Box: The Paper Kites


Don’t let their sweet sound fool you.

There is a depth

and an edge here

that defies the easy listen.

(Lyrics follow)

(this one’s for Silvia)



Had a dream that I sent for your love in the morning
And you came to me at about a quarter to three
Said I didn’t look like I used to look and man I do not know your face
And I woke to discover that the things that you said
Were true to me in some kind of way

So I stared down the figure in the bathroom mirror
Took the razor in my hand
Now I could draw a line or I could cut my hair
But it don’t change the way I am

Cause I’m a part of the world I live in now
Only set apart from the world I live in now
Ghost of a renegade

San Marino sun took me in, it eclipsed me
And the world it was vacant like I’d never seen
And once I walked the rhythm in my own damn way
Part of the evolving age
But I heard the warning from that young mans lips
And he said that times would change