On old poem I wrote was found by Larry Winfield in his podcast Sundown Lounge in Episode 202.

The poem is titled “Poem” and reads:

The sun was on my shoulder
as the setting dishware broke
and the lonesome little tiger
is on the prowl tonight
cause the paper lost it’s lustre
and the dead woke up the thunder
as the dollar bill goes under
as the vagrants want my change,
It’s just another Hallow’s day
the city slowly cries
as the drunken piss on the concrete
like the tears from their eyes
I wipe the tears from her eyes
as twilight sleeps.

You can also find the poem where he found it, on my old GarageBand site. On that site you’ll also find “Cherries in the Snow” and “Room Temperature Water in a Plastic Bottle.” That last one got some radio play on Berkeley’s college radio station KALX.