to contrails
dreaming magic jets autographing air
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
dreaming magic jets autographing air
Death slouches mean under clouds
Drink of this my salty cup of essence frail
Greetings! It’s time, some things old, some things new, and me of course, thinking of you. Merry Christmas and all
told him to carry his self and what he could worry
Cuz it’s important our intentions, the reasons why
He takes me by the hand again, we gone fishing by the shore.
This home that loved us all my family, friends and me still lives on that desert hill.
Did I tell you I love you?
Turn a page? There are no more.