The Texas two-step.
The Texas two-step. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Texas gal
Do more.
Do more. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Please… Continue reading
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 days. Hope dead and buried, my… Continue reading
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you.
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for… Continue reading
Hold on tightly baby.
Hold on tightly baby. You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading
Open the door, my dear lover.
Open the door, my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern; I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading
We danced for the stars.
We danced for the stars . Was a Texas hot summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes. I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… Continue reading
If we make it through December.
If we make it through December. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step, and I love having her body nearby. She was an Austin… Continue reading
Tavern poetry. Anything goes.
Anything goes. She sat next to me on the empty stool.Her sweet perfume I breathe in andI gave her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile.We talked and drank for hours.Her blue… Continue reading
Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading