What I Need Is A Good Ol’ Western Storm

What I need is a good ol’ western stormTo wash out my soulTo cleanse these dusty roadsThe low thunder returning me to whole

Celestial Bodies Writhe

Celestial bodies writhe She may not be an answer But perhaps she’s the key At the end of the Earth You’ll find no more ground Dust falling off the coast Sail around for awhile Nurture love & freedom Return to find me here Within her, I find truth A value to be upheld Know the

Frayed Cuff On Antique Khaki

Frayed cuff on antique khakiKnowing thy state of dressI wasn’t as dapper as she was used toHoping she wouldn’t think any less He wasn’t any better than a prigHer dance card drawing sideways looksQuietly, she enjoyed my wicked tongue& the way we shared our crooked books Shaking the dust off our neglected spinesCertain steps lead