“My last stand will be in New York city”
My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City, sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin, whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City, sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin, whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading
Sway The Poet’s wishes, ever sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song, her hips moving slowly with the tempting words of the Jazz song. The dancing damsel, she… Continue reading
The light and the darkness You told me. “The black heart, too dark and cold for love. Is just barren soil. Nothing can live in soil swimming in the blood of heartache… Continue reading
Maybe yes, maybe no? I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great… Continue reading
Folly Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn — “Conversation with a Siren” Always good company at the Purgatory Inn. Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. … Continue reading
She used to love me a lot I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. Sensual woman whispered to me once, come live with me and be my lover. I will be your salvation and you will be my… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
Children in time I took a walk by Lake Saint Clair. The Summer days were leaving and the days of Fall were here. I looked at the morning sun and I touched the… Continue reading