My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder
Within the confines Of tortured souls Ancient lies Fester
The river has run dry No fruit upon the vine Creatures abounding in the heat, caves and valleys discreet Nothing left to do
Hawks say no Jones in I don’t want x wife Lost love Fading into
Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there
Perfection Cheap Broken sunglasses Always So true Aint it as factual
Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues
The lonely wolf cries When she is all alone Howling at the moon Her moans echo in the night sky And she weeps
Rock star dreams Reality tv Magic limelight silvery screens red carpets
Liquid Soul Liquid soul oozes thru The blues man’s tunes His Raspy bellowing voice Reverberating
In the distance Dogs bark In an instance As trees weave in the breeze Casting long creeping shadows
Five O Three Cruising down the highway The stolen vehicle Sunroof down Gleaming in the sunlight
Jestures of love And light Lights of Twilight Moonlit nights
Chaos chemistry In dreamy eyes Only true love exists The rest lies Lies told
Broader concepts of the new day Half risen sun on the horizon Bright is the bay Beneath the glowing stratosphere Clarity, warmth
