Daviess

daviess county blues oftentimes absent on an idle tuesday the morning after the drugs are gone walk to the river watch the water flow water’s high for this time of year driftwood passes, you watch quietly on the pier last night you dreamt strange manifestation the loneliest american was lost in a crowded room incoherent soundscapes an imperfect escape we’ve clung to your face resonates i was everything you wanted for a single night