Fletcher Durbin

Red die fall to the bottom
Like movies making great cinema
Being the spiral
Like dreams inside my dreams
What’s the difference
Telling them seems like more work than it’s ever worth
Throw the book and I’m giving up again
CB calls from the graveyard
Passing on the news of Tomorrow’s bad weather
A dream inside my dreams makes all the difference
Gluing up the pages
Is anything right
Getting up again.