Monthly Archive: September, 2019

“Folly”

Folly     Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost.     We can ascend and we can… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn– Siren

Purgatory Inn —  “Conversation with a Siren”   Always good company at the Purgatory Inn.  Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. … Continue reading

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Barefoot in Dreams of Grass

Originally posted on Blaze of Obscurity:
When did you last lay down in the grass and look out at the sky and hills? When did you last go outside with no shoes on…

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“She used to love me a lot”

 She used to love me a lot I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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The last time I saw your face

The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading

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“Turn, turn, turn

 Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. Sensual woman whispered to me once, come live with me and be my lover. I will be your salvation and you will be my… Continue reading

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Dead flowers and some verbal poetry.

Dead flowers     I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see… Continue reading

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Children in time,

  Children in time I took a walk by Lake Saint Clair. The Summer days were leaving and the days of Fall were here. I looked at the morning sun and I touched the… Continue reading

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“Big Sur, a -dreaming”

Big Sur, a dreaming     Maybe next year in the Fall, I will be drinking coffee at River Inn in Big Sur again, the sea would be near. No wi-fi, no phone… Continue reading

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“Forget me not”

  Forget me not I dreamed of you, I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German sweet Summer wine. I dreamed… Continue reading

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