Convincing you the moon wants your lonesome soulConvincing you the room is more walls than doorsConvincing you the tunes were not hauled upfrom any wellWhat’s to tell?Convincing you is like a train under the moonrunning through a slot between two sheets of blueilluminated by halogen light through glass, the sheetsfall to the grassIt all happenedContinue reading “Convincing You”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 