typewriter.

there is a place where the window blows green leaves
the drink loves you and you wonder
have you taken your medication
and do you care
death comes unannounced sometimes
and dreams of infinity are only remembered if you believe physics understands god
stinky socks
blowing trees
green leaves turning yellow crying
rain!
because the sun is wailing on us
and my sleep is tormented by visions of one more whorehouse crying
everybody seeks more then they have
dreams they wake from