morro rain

the code to be broken, its one-sided. driven past more wrinkles upon that face, the lines like silver. the ghosts are just colder out there these days. june 15th 2010 and just a few miles away. frozen beachside and wondering what gives and already. a shot to shoot and shit you missed your mark, marked.  its a windy paso robles evening and the pour isn't as it was. again and now back in some easy being. the sun dunked itself in that giant westerner drink again. we watched it explode from the bouy tavern parking lot.  hide to stay hidden.  witnessed sheer terror tonight, shared drinks with, and only took breaths between beats of a guttural chuckle. you've got a way with… and someday is today.