Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


Chinese knot

An old black tree, scratching up the sky
with boney, claw like fingers
A rusty black rake
Digging up the turnips of a muddy cold grey sky
— Tom Waits, Don’t Go Into That Barn

It’s such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it’s memories that I’m stealing
but you’re innocent when you dream
when you dream
you’re innocent when you dream
— Tom Waits, Innocent When You Dream

Woolworth at sundown