after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
every song smoking drinking partying with
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…
