1, 2, 3, Oh Yeah! All Right!, 5,6,7,8,- Sitting here flashbacking to the summer of ’72 when Nixon went for a second term, but we really didn’t think about that and tried to just tried to hang out and do our own thing, Hanging around outside on a beautiful...
It seems as though there have been times in this Vale of Tears, as though I have traveled across both the universe and through the years, with there having been times too that going all the way was just the start. And sometimes when half asleep I hear a v...
To touch but not to feel.. to be constantly on the run to be constantly on the chase, to have one emonic target! to have no recollection of your target.. to undress when it’s cold just to make a point to go to bed early just to stay awake tonight, all nig...
Sitting out here as a million stars circle the Earth high above my head, as I slowly drift back in memory to all of those things that happened and that were said then, and turning my attention to the pain that I have always denied yet knowing it still lin...
The dark grey light of the false dawn finds me standing in the doorway at the break of a rain scented day, and in the dark light it seems as if I am reviewing events that have taken place and directed some of my actions lately. By those who feel that they...
Sitting here late at night and half asleep I seem to hear a voice calling me, as I listen and wonder if it is only in my mind or is it coming from someone I failed in some way or merely left behind? To sort it all out I let all of the good and bad guys I...
Moving forward, as I cross the river heading down this winding road to that place beyond the pecan groves. Passing bare trees and barren fields, which has me think of Fall and the events that took place there one winter’s night, and knowing that the Fall...
Finding myself standing outside early one hot August evening in the middle of a heat wave, and being able to feel and see the heat rising in the still motionless air, as all the leaves droop and hang down. Looking to the far horizon and seeing that summer...
Sitting here once again at my favoured corner table with my back to the wall, and knowing that closing time is soon approaching and I should be leaving this place soon. Yet, I am comfortable and at ease knowing that part of the current nightmarish situati...
There are bars and saloons where the jukeboxes play the blues long into the night, as a peasant sits at the end of the bar crying in his glass of that pessimist wine that the autumn has eyes for. And I am sitting here at the bar with a madman, who’s telli...
Sitting here one morning here in the “great white North”, as the temperature falls and hovers right above zero. As I think about an email slideshow I have gotten from an old friend who is back in the heat and blue skies of Southwest Texas,-Where the warm...
Sun down, yellow moon rising as night spreads it’s cloak across the skies and some nights find you tossing and turning, not unlike a ship underway in rough seas. And as you lie there waiting for sleep to take you across the blue hills at the border of the...
Seldom does one of these nearly write themselves, Like this one did, or one in 2002 that took ten minutes. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0… Found there is a part of me that is a mystery, that has lain there undisturbed for the longest time, with all feeling and seeming...
I'm not sure where to begin, although changes have come hurtling down, we have been through some things together and stood through stormy weather with trunks of memories. We might have missed that ship we were supposed to be on, and as they say, maybe the...
Sitting here upon a wooden chair at this corner table, with my back against the wall, able to see the door and all coming and going, and catching a brief glimpse of her in those shadows across this smoky room. As I lean back against the wall, both watchin...
