Blindfolded and weightless.
I watched your tone, and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and tender thighs. Make… Continue reading
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Parable of Celia.
Parable of Celia. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading
The sea is near.
The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’ver, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading
Mojo a-coming.
Mojo a-coming… I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me; Johnnie… Continue reading
Now and forever.
Now and forever. Old soldier, a dying man drank alone. He returned home after 10 years of war, travel and sin. He knew when he left the Pacific Ocean. No-one was waiting for… Continue reading
Was life, everything you wanted?
Was life, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once, we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading
Should have loved you more.
Should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey, and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days, and he… Continue reading
Just love. A soldier story.
Just love- A soldier story This night I was in Washington State at Fort Lewis. I was in the NCO (Non-commission officer) school. 8 weeks of training to be a leader. It was… Continue reading
Happy New Year. The weeping song.
The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to our doorstep.” “Older men declare war. But it is youth… Continue reading
Last chance saloon.
Last chance saloon I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money, and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading