Daily Archive: January 10, 2019

Johnnie singing the blues

      Johnnie singing the blues I am living and I am dying, I am moving and grooving to some heavy jazz. Dreaming of your pretty face and wishing to hear your… Continue reading

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Looking for my Agnes

Looking for my Agnes   Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took… Continue reading

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Mojo a-coming.

Mojo a-coming I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead?   The damn war taught me,… Continue reading

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Baby-doll

Baby-doll     I had time, I had money and I couldn’t afford you pretty lady. You were dancing alone at the Stray cat Inn and you waved to me, to come to… Continue reading

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A MEDITATION ON A TRUTH

Originally posted on MY WALL:
Darkness Falls in the Woods ? The mind is the womb where poems die making the soul an eternal lamentation exorcising the scent of death. From the mouth…

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‘Russian roulette’

  Russian roulette   Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the men holding… Continue reading

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