Jazzy Monday and some words.
Sleepless nights. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
Dead flowers. Written and verbal poetry.
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 face,… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes.
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better.
Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better…. Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make… Continue reading
Scarborough fair.
Scarborough fair.. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
I would steal the moon for you.
I would steal the moon for you.. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven near the sea, small tent and sleeping bag. We drank tequila with the… Continue reading
The Autumn days.
The Autumn days.. The Summer days were splendor, long days, beach days, easy day. The harmony of warm days and being sun-kissed. Blessed days. Now the nights are cooler, the school bells are… Continue reading
August is leaving. Some photos.
August is leaving. September change of color is coming. I turned 67 in August. I am trying to be like the sunflower. Reaching for the sun and seeking peace. My favorite place to… Continue reading
Hanging with Bukowski and a poem.
The first dandelion.. The streets are empty,the houses are quiet.I wonder where are the children?I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled.One beautiful dandelion had appeared through the Winter leftover.I stood by her.I… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
The gray whale… For dear Leona…. Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table… Continue reading