Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it always begins with the first word
that's not what i mean to tell you
i type with one hand

there is nothing i wish to say
that's not what i want to tell you
i type the road

i only ever found it in a book
but i was looking for a look
i type to remember

Kerouac alley
i entered the neon maze
i type to forget

and the jazz floated
through the smoke and fog
i type to lose it

your poem hung there
in the crazy night
i type for the heck of it

like a smile from the other side
oh how you love to hide
i type like there's no tomorrow

you took me for a bum ride
burning the silence behind
i type for the darkness

when we could see the trees
we were out of the woods
i type to make paper sun

I read it

i like it

when we could see the trees
we were out of the woods
i type to make paper sun

good typing.