I would have stood upon the mount and given her a wicker-weave-wedding-ring. That’s not exactly true. It was her grandmother’s engagement ring, and I had plans to conspire with her mother to get it re-sized for her fingers. She always said family was important to her. Smile like too-green-days, ‘n smell like spring-in-bloom. She was …
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“what dreams may come”/“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come” in my dreams– I am time ravaged ‘n sore, reeking of vice ‘n long past leathered. hand laid rest on the brow of some blue-eyed husky. scrawlin’ out madness in diction. anything to drown out the snow-fall silence of the night. …
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God it’s been such a long time a comin’ to this,lettin’ it all just distill. ‘n I’m lookin’ forward to them winter months just peakin’ over horizon,them Illinois polar vortex shinanegans,them cold days eatin’ at what was the tails of summer.can’t wait for them frigid mornin’s spent wrapped in more blankets than …
Nah, nah, nahIt’s a shit-hole,but it’s my shit-hole, get me?Ain’t exactly somethin’ to be proud of,‘n I get that,but it ain’t like I’m parsin’ prose like poems,now is it? Imma just leave this unrelated image here for you to reflect on.’s called juxtaposition.‘n the ladies love it– (if by ladies I mean people who appreciate …
If I were a paid poet,I want to travel across the country every couple of weeks.It’s a waste of fuel, but you spend so much time runnin’,you lose yourself to that need for tomorrow’s horizon,that need to hear that highway song,those too-bright days in the middle of nowhere. If I could drive the oceans, I’d …
I tried, it only worked as an image. The cropping is horrible, but…
it strikes me,sudden and from the black,that life’s been a habit of settling for less,with each new refrain. I wanna sell you something,I wanna stand stage-side and spout these words,I wanna see the admiration in your eyes. I want, I want, I want more,I want to feel about my work the way the vocal few …
I’ve got this riff cuttin’ through,‘n I know it’s just ’cause they keep usin’ it,’til it aches that soul deep way muscle shots do.I’ve got this riff, tellin’ it true. ‘n millennials they’re cryin’,‘n millennials, they’re just cryin’,whinin’, sobbin’, quiverin’, strayin’.‘n millennials they’re talkin’,‘n millennials, they’re just talkin’,ain’t a bone to get it done in …
I don’t reckon you’ve got a joint?yeah, ‘spose not.guess, guess I’ll have to do the runnin’ the ol’ fashionedway. Back along foot-steps, cross the runnin’ stream, for the scent. ‘n I don’t, I don’t reckon you’re much for them extended metaphors?didn’t figure, don’t hold …
it’s the quick quiet here,heavy with the first too-hot sun of the year,and in this muddled and muggy mire,I’m watching incense curland thinking of home. ‘cause house ain’t home till them roots go down,but I can feel them summer surges buildin’, for the second time,and too grows this road-lust. Another town, Another start.Too many folks …
