Van Gogh from Keeper by Campbell Woods

How’s the baby?
Remember to sing to him.
It’ll be a week before
I can call again.
The warden is cracking down on us all and
I can’t find myself a dime
behind these prison walls.

I see him
on his way each day.
He doesn’t even have money to pay
for the rose he brings.
The smell of hospital is like home
and she won’t get to see him grow.
It’s the aggressive kind

I’ll take
450 volts to my head and
spend the month in bed and
forget about my pain

I’ll have the number
3 with fries if you please,
and occupy my window seat
every Friday at 5.
She used to love it
when I’d take her tray and pretend
like we were 17 again,
with all these years gone by.

You don’t think
that life is kind of sad.
Me and Van Gogh do but mister it’s just
the manic-depressive blues.
They’re acting up again.

Halifax, NS - 2015

• Folk
• alt-country
• good
• songwriter