The waltz of the angels.
The waltz of the Angels. I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Can you see me?
Can you see me? 1600 mile to Dallas, seemed like a million miles. I’m so alone. I have learned to accept less.I have learned. Dead love is no love. I drink the bloody… Continue reading
I called your name.
I called your name. Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely, descended wants and… Continue reading
Sometimes we must steal and borrow kisses.
Sometimes we must steal and borrow kisses. Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needed the… Continue reading
Show me your real face.
Please show me your real face. I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advise the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Dead flowers. And a verbal poem.
Dead flowers. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
A Michigan sky above us. And a lovely Yvonne Ellison song.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
Do we ask for more?
Do we ask for more? 1- Do we ask for more? Do we pray for more kisses? Does love die? Or do we forget was love was. 2- I want to be drunk… Continue reading
St. Patrick Day is coming. All my friends got old. All my friends had settled down.
All my friends had settled down. A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me. A bloody Friday night and my friends. Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives. I… Continue reading
Never, neverland.
Never, never land… (Let’s escape to Big Sur. Let’s dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let’s dance with the ghost of today. Let’s find a never, never land where our mind and heart… Continue reading