Falling backwards..

Falling backwards…

I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were okay. I never felt safe. No-one showed real face or told you the truth.

Now I live in Texas. The dance halls are many and the Texas girl true and blue in their hearts. People will tell you if they like you or not. I have learn to Texas two-step and I love the country songs. 

I befriended Austin, Texas. The college kids call me the poet by the Austin river. I shared my black velvet with them and we shared story of life and our tomfoolery we have done. We shall do.

I feel safe in Texas. The Texas gals are honest, sweet and loving. They like the lonesome poet and blessed him with conversation, kindness and they brought the whiskey sometimes.

I told the half-moon. Johnnie falling backwards. Drinking more, loving more and writing less. The dark poet, now loved the Texas nights.

I remember my father sad eyes, 40 years of living. Had little. Now I am driving down highway 35, singing with Hank Williams Jr. and telling the liars moon. I am alright.

Thank you God and Army had send me to Texas. I am drinking more, writing less and Texas two stepping more. I learn how to laugh and I adore the love and kisses of the Texas gals. Texas isn’t heaven, maybe almost heaven?

I am falling backwards. Maybe I needed to taste the dirt to know. Life is front of me. The past is gone and I ain’t done living yet.

Dancing Coyote