Lletres: Franklin Delano. All My Senses Are Senseless Today. He.

he stiffened his grief
he stiff upper lipped
he hazed his own thoughts
swallowed his anger right down

he he-man, he he-goat, he under control
he head fold, he head crack, his mind started to stall

he drove through flat darkness
sunrise was too far
he scratching his skin
to bleed dirtin'his clothes