Random blurbs from me, Waylan.

bringin' it back.

it doesn’t take much,
to bring it back,
the past, that is,
before i hit the sack.

i made a drink,
before i prayed,
something tastey,
it’s called kool-aid.

it’s makes me feel,
as i take a sip,
just like a kid,
red above my lip.

it reminds me of,
the better days,
before this new life,
in adulthood craze.

one more sip,
before sleeptime,
rush back the memories,
makes my life sublime.


regularWaylan Bolin