I go too fast down the road! Here comes that curb! Accelerate or reduce speed? Will I make it or break it? Oh mama, tell me how am I suppose…
Oh brother where have you gone? You up and left when the summer co… You left me in winter, without any… Oh my brother where have you gone? I remember when we were young,
The sun is setting upon the hill, Where I once walked with my love, I remember her well, standing stil… With the beauty of a young dove, Now the winds blow heavy,
When everything you run from just… And when everything you fear just… When all the ones you step on end… Oh I’d hate to be you on that lon… When all the words you speak go si…
It is won! It has begun! With the setting sun laid low is the last gun! And now,
Tell me who you love baby I say, tell me who you love lady? We’ll take my ride, watch stars fl… under the endless night sky Tell me who you love and why?
Ill make love with you, one last t… But then I’ve got to go, Yes, I’ll leave you with one last… But then I’ve got to go, I know my love you are so sad,
he rides upon a Spanish stallion as he drains the flagon of time spent in the drainage ditch of true effort and deadly dreaming. to reconstruct the field-fog of poetry he never describe...
I set up camp in the desert, My bag filled with what would fit, I gathered wild wood and stone: Heard the animals just beyond the… Hiss, talk, and laugh at whatever…
She’s got such a good heart It just lies broken in the rain For I left her when winter came And we met equally in between During the summer of '14
In any valley, in any land, that a… Out come the dice, for fates hand… The peasants, the princes, the poe… The Kings, The Queens, the slave… All jump through their blasted fir…
Burning fiery monoliths, Black soot and stone, A land decayed and long dead, Covered with dust and bones, A place where the sun never shines…
“Tell me, what other than a woman is sweeter than honey?” Wettest, softest, brightest, most delicious, heated And for what happened next, it can’t be explained, Cigarette smoke float...
Liquid colors abound and astound lining a wall from ceiling to grou… Descriptions of Egyptian purples… Dreams of Etruscan urns and potte… within cages of potion sprays loc…
What can one do, When there is nothing but Self? I thought as I glanced, Briefly, On the graveyard bookshelf,
