back_home bijou it feels funny to call him a man, the weakest moments, the worst side of the better half, the safe side of the gutter, the warm side of the bed, the windows in the wall and the rusted rooftops. the last side of the night. the dark side of the room. the old shoes. the ranting requiem, the roaring guts. it feels funny to call him a man but he wears his face in a full beard these days and you can't grow into yesterday, it's too late. so we slept close like we used to. not much has changed since he left. 040813 what's it to you? who go blather from