Monthly Archives: June 2024

In a hotel bathroom The croissant of questionable origin At the downstairs lobby breakfast The bedsheets that seem clean And the mattress never as good as home, but sometimes good enough and the window unit that means I will wake … Continue reading →

and broken stonesthere is no soundonly the empty wailingof dead folks souls surrounded by the folksstill walking guns in hand,walking but more deadthan the bodies,no souls left among them barbed-wire and machine gunsto keep the peace,for peace is the namewe … Continue reading →

that taste better than strong black coffee at 2 am, only I cant remember what they are. There are things more wonderful than going back to bed at 4 am, but only slightly and when I stretch out, head on … Continue reading →

She stands in the middle of Highway 71 with her back to oncoming traffic one arm holds plastic orange flag, the other a cigarette and a two way. she don’t give a damn about a redneck in a 4 x … Continue reading →

The hotel signSaid free breakfast Cereal, coffee, juiceAnd microwaveSausage biscuits That I will bepaying for therest of the day.

The old man in the slightly dirty hat and button down long sleeved blue shirt sits next to the sisters headed to the beach with Louis Vuitton clutches and perfect hair. They all listen to the charming toddler fresh out of charm and the old man rubs his khaki clad knee and wishes … Continue reading →

On an empty stage He began to play the honky-tonk piano with his left hand, playing slow, and they began to drift in from the wings all casual like, though we know now it was well choreographed, they all sang … Continue reading →

Doggies in the window and models dressing mannequins, chocolate and second hand books, black coffee cooling on the end table  as another Sunday slips away, leaving us all a weekend closer to death, whether we know it or not, Mama … Continue reading →

an Indian artist was blue and beautiful, a hallway leading to a court yard full of ambience and feeling Made me think of the first tea an Indian friend ever made for me, hot, with so much milk I couldn’t … Continue reading →

I spend my days Playing solitaire With a deck of tarot cards I make my own Mostly kitties and puppies  But if you ask me for a reading Hope you don’t get The rabid porcupine  Wearing leather britches And riding … Continue reading →