Jack And The Whale project

Down in 
my valley
there are vultures
like lovers
that search for
that something
to hold on to

Maybe 
it's crazy
to hope for
something more
than flesh, bones, teeth and skin
Won't they ever let you in?

Would you
hold my
hair back
when I'm sick?
Sometimes
we can't say
what we're meant to

Crying 
kids don't
remember
those fun days
from all of
their kickin
and screamin