Now I know…

Inside, I stumble, my drunken soul, threatens to wither Breathless, my eyes I close, life’s puzzles I dither On a singing clock, blankly, I plant my naked stare Its shouting voice gives my closed ears a sweet scare Ooh, how rocky is my Rockies tour No rock souvenir to show! If everything takes time, why... Continue Reading →

Who Would Tell?

Born deaf to pleading voices of reason Virtues roasted in sooty smokes each season Rusty pride and arrogance of deadbeat dads Swallowed by illusions coated as erotic ads Defensive tongues sharpened to slash and slander Public displays ugly as Japanese   Salamander! But who would tell… That wild Casanova bears of Trentino… Would be tied and sheared... Continue Reading →

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