If you go away.
If you go away. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
My last stand will be in New York.
(Johnnie in 1992) My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City.Sat on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Telling stories of things to… Continue reading
Mystical places.
Mystical places. Many types of keepsakes my friend.There are tattoos upon our skin to remind us of places, wars and faces.There are scars from battles won and lost.Then there are sweet faces remembered… Continue reading
Bare and true.
Bare and true. She was a noble beauty, and she hushed me with her grace. In the stillness of the warm summer night, we were left in a standstill of should I stay… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer.
A wing and a prayer. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
Love is a careless child.
Love is like a flower garden. We must water, protect and keep it safe. If we are blind and deaf to the need of love. Bliss and sweet kiss can be forgotten, and… Continue reading
Beatrice Marcella.
Beatrice Marcella. I found a twenty-five-year-old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and now he… Continue reading
Old love.
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
You are my Lake Gichigumi prayer.
You are my Lake Gichigumi prayer. Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress.
The lady in the black dress. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading