Showing posts from October, 2012


Seven on the clock, Seventh on the wall, The day was a rhythm for Evan and Jane. Blue jean on both, Like a four legged stream. Set out them both, to suburban south. With Empty pockets, Set out those lovers And all they had two minds so blank. Yet saved their dream, Like an eagle's glare. And set out them both, To suburban south. Mast high and misty, the suburban south Turned hostile  to Evan and Jane. In the nailing cold, The lovers froze. And the four legged stream, couldn't  keep them warm. They walked and walked Those crazy lovers, Their feet turned numb, Like the rueful slug. And then it happened It happened to Jane, Falling down a hill, so was Evan to save his Jane. And Thud ! Jane's head, It hit the dead man' chest. Blood poured down from her delicate head, The four legged stream Was staining red. Cried in vain Her dearly Evan, But their every cry was left unheard. But then it came It came to jane,