Idle Monkey
From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan
So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the South
Gonna find myself somewhere to level out
--Bright Eyes, If The Brakeman Turns My Way
Idle Monkey's Works
Poetry (Tribute) | 2008-06-23 | little spider friend |
Poetry (Tribute) | 2008-04-10 | Two Cigs Left |
Poetry (Structured) | 2008-02-20 | Prophetically Poetic |
Rant (Personal) | 2008-02-17 | So Hungry |
Poetry (Personal) | 2008-02-14 | My Tower of Babel |
Poetry | 2008-02-06 | Scar Tissue Stained Floor |
Poetry (Tribute) | 2008-01-31 | Carnaval in Cornfields |
Poetry (Reflective) | 2008-01-28 | Parties are always so much fun without clothes on |
Poetry (Reflective) | 2008-01-22 | Well-willed Inaction (In Action) |