Thursday, May 1, 2008

Tourist

Let's move down to the precidio.
I'll pack my hunting knife
we can move about the city at night
I wish that I could find you among the cans and bottles meant to be recycled
I don't know
sometimes I think I''ll be searching forever
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Maudie Jane said...

Jon, very nice. Did you write it, it is very visual.

May 10, 2008 at 12:00 AM

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