cojones time
“sun light here i am”
charles bukowski
muse long gone
no blank page contests
past distant memories
destiny in hand
hot chivas rush
bardic blood boiling
brain skull cavity
distant gray fog
dull hum hum humming
.357 ticket to ride
spared nursing home
score tied
overtime eternity
compulsive voyeur
talking only to talk
never understanding
emptiness of spoken word
drying alone on hospital gurney
helpless afraid
his song unwritten
winter diary
too late
to tell my story
artistic essence fading
shadow dancing
across new borders
something more intense
darker
sweet dreams
only white guy
ghetto hoops team
big city metro
jukes and dekes
pulling up
skyin’ high
top of the key
soft fade away j
rippling chain net
street cred
waking from darkness
tortured eternity
writer’s black brain death
skull cavity empty
first dawn
streaking far horizon
steady light snow
turning paris white
rue montparnasse
lover’s footsteps
vanishing in
early morning light
tru gen
fancy workout threads
logging exercise miles
video with jake
air conditioned
knotty pine
bulls in hot pursuit
wanabe lady brett
cohn flynn
on pamplona holiday
bloody shit stink
wine soaked sweat
wild ass frenzy
racing toward
sun’s
black side
time to go home
midnight quiet
streetlight blinking below
seventh story window
hospital cardiac unit
saline iv solution
staccato rippling echo
distant owl calling
winter coming
mad poet passing
waking from blackout
night light shadows
scattered jelly glasses
empty thunderbird deliriums
gone gone gone
“last train to clarksville”
racing through the station
chest throbbing
jackhammer heart pains
stomach acid boiling
oxygen tank hissss
needing new diaper
distant graying poet
nurse stealing meds
no longer feeling welcome
“shit and git”
vanished youthful memories
boy doing things
missing sweet wet kisses
no more nights together
black magnum solution
hole behind his ear
left this morning
never coming home
last clarksville train
washing down aspirins
warm blue ribbon suds
damp gray first dawn
jerry lee’s cassettes silent
black terminal loneliness
yesterday wife saying
“things got to change”
squeeze the trigger
gain methodist salvation
promised better life
“sun light here i am”
charles bukowski
muse long gone
no blank page contests
past distant memories
destiny in hand
hot chivas rush
bardic blood boiling
brain skull cavity
distant gray fog
dull hum hum humming
.357 ticket to ride
spared nursing home
score tied
overtime eternity
compulsive voyeur
talking only to talk
never understanding
emptiness of spoken word
drying alone on hospital gurney
helpless afraid
his song unwritten
winter diary
too late
to tell my story
artistic essence fading
shadow dancing
across new borders
something more intense
darker
sweet dreams
only white guy
ghetto hoops team
big city metro
jukes and dekes
pulling up
skyin’ high
top of the key
soft fade away j
rippling chain net
street cred
waking from darkness
tortured eternity
writer’s black brain death
skull cavity empty
first dawn
streaking far horizon
steady light snow
turning paris white
rue montparnasse
lover’s footsteps
vanishing in
early morning light
tru gen
fancy workout threads
logging exercise miles
video with jake
air conditioned
knotty pine
bulls in hot pursuit
wanabe lady brett
cohn flynn
on pamplona holiday
bloody shit stink
wine soaked sweat
wild ass frenzy
racing toward
sun’s
black side
time to go home
midnight quiet
streetlight blinking below
seventh story window
hospital cardiac unit
saline iv solution
staccato rippling echo
distant owl calling
winter coming
mad poet passing
waking from blackout
night light shadows
scattered jelly glasses
empty thunderbird deliriums
gone gone gone
“last train to clarksville”
racing through the station
chest throbbing
jackhammer heart pains
stomach acid boiling
oxygen tank hissss
needing new diaper
distant graying poet
nurse stealing meds
no longer feeling welcome
“shit and git”
vanished youthful memories
boy doing things
missing sweet wet kisses
no more nights together
black magnum solution
hole behind his ear
left this morning
never coming home
last clarksville train
washing down aspirins
warm blue ribbon suds
damp gray first dawn
jerry lee’s cassettes silent
black terminal loneliness
yesterday wife saying
“things got to change”
squeeze the trigger
gain methodist salvation
promised better life
2 comments:
Always good to read the old trout dancing bard of the UP.
Thanks, Jim, I think so too.
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