She’s got the jiggle
in her dynamo wiggle
An eight ball monkey
on her back trying
to eat up her mind
While the guitars
wept Howling Wolf,
Leadbelly and the
Mississippi blues
We sipped ice
cold beer from
Gauguin’s ear
And watched rain fall
from a zillion stars
dreaming of above &
trapped in a sea of love.
The ghosts flew down from the clouds above the quiet Rust Belt City Dust devils dance with scurrying rats behind the rusty locked doors Alarm clocks of progress ring but no one…
Here again they bit at him, annoyed, The trivialities working their way in, Distracting, taking any focus. Futile attempts at casual dismissal For he is unsettled by the wave after wave, The…
Hiking, wearing my brother’s hand me downs, in the Guadalupe Mountains along the Pecos River, thinking of the one that got away Dreaming of cigarette factory workers on a street in Seville…
That fastened, unwavering stare, Innocence fully absorbed In the moment, Seemingly stunned, Frozen in captivation. What answers (adult acceptable) To tiny fingered questions? Making it succinct and satisfying So as on to…