on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder
