I Miss E’en November ( diga más, nunca no quiero a hablar de eso ) [ DER JUNGE HAT KEINE VERDAMMTEN KLASSIKER ]
So cozy is the evening o’ the year; but the new year… it’s opening blinds to blinding light & yanking all the blankets off me… ¿Why? The grandest meal that lasts is that last supper cooked warm on death row. But now I’m leased to nothing but the clear-skied breeze. & the’ain’t e’en any leaves. […]
