Category Archive: texas

Just might.

Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading

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“She had Angel wings upon her back”

She had Angel wings upon her back   Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck… Continue reading

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“Please come home to me”

Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading

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“She’s crazy”

¬†She’s crazy I was like my father, I believed. I needed the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the long… Continue reading

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Maybe yes, maybe no.

  Maybe yes, maybe no?     I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great… Continue reading

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She’s crazy

She’s crazy   I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin and I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the… Continue reading

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“Concrete angel”

Concrete angel   It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. The yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me… Continue reading

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Black heart

Black heart   In 1994, old soldier was trying to drink himself to death. He had given everything he owned away and left everyone he loved. Behind.   He loved the crimson light,… Continue reading

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“leather and lace”

Leather and lace   I have played the monster, the demon and the abuser. I was left with the gin and the long Island ice teas, too much sin and no place to… Continue reading

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The water and the fire

  The water and the fire   I told the Irish beauty in the tavern in Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It… Continue reading

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