Sad lights and baseball and down in the denver night all I did was die.

The darkest purple and uneasy, hurried clouds crept over the sky.

Two stout cans of beans resting by the fireside, heating for dinner.

Long casual walks by the river reminded him of why he'd moved.

Permanent wrinkles plagued the old womans aged hands from years of washing.

two golden fishes, sleeping under the cool rocks too deep to be woke.

He learned the hard way, gambling on the river is no way to live.

Turning sand to glass, the blazing sun is turning my body to ash.

Muddied with black tar, the great earth beneath my feet has seen better days.

Our youth has left us and like the plains buffalo will never return.

Brandishing six guns, the bandits left the miners reaching for the sky.

Twenty years adrift, dreaming away his whole youth on a fishing boat.

The girls flowing skirt contained a child bandit and candy fortune.

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Billowy masses, like elephants of the sky a stampeding herd.

The loud rifle shot rang out strangling the trees of their cool silence.

Over the waves of grain stood a straw man eight feet tall returning to dust.

The bright orange blaze the evening they burned Richmond was seen for miles.

I've no right to say but when talking right and wrong, practice what you preach.

I'm awake for now, but the dark abyss of sleep will soon take over.

She held a smile across her beautiful face since the day they met.

He took a long breath, dove deep into the river and never came up.

The one armed bandit emptied the young mans pockets with its golden hand.

I spent many years escaping from the great whale, now I want back in.

Walking in memphis, touring the kings palace must have been killer.

The lathered sunset. Red and fiery orange. Soon shaved by the moon.

We watched the bear cubs and missed how we would wrestle when we were younger.

If I called and said, "the world's ending tomorrow", you'd just go to sleep.

Knowledge of the streets. John joseph called it. Feels right go out and do it.

Running to the sea. She left her man, trading in egg shells for sea shells.

Waking this morning, I had misplaced my worries in the waves of sleep.