Banisters and rails everywhere........... it was an old house and upstairs with lots of antique Green furnishings.... A little dark.....I was trying to you win over... then your friend came along in the metal armor.... smoking that weed.... and you failed to introduce me.... that was when I grew angry and fled out into the street....... I felt small........
I was trying so hard to convey to explain something that I felt was or should be important to you... and you were not listening even a little bit..........
There I was moseying along in the center of the Street ... and up came the girl wearing the floppy hat and that had that peculiar style hair do... I remember seeing from her little profile photo...... I was inflated... instantly like a Soccer Ball......... ready.........
She recognized me on the Street of all places.... and boldly said oh! your that guy?... I follow... I know you....
She said I looked like a Ruffian.......... put off a bit at first in real life....... I thought briefly of my whiskers........ and my ears...
I looked at her and said... 'I heard myself say it in a dream' this .... "The difference is TRUE" that is what it is....
all right? ..............
and.........
"Polar Opposites Attract"................. you know......?
Next thing 'WE' were lip locked.......... her cherry reds... against mine chapped...
Demure Eva........ said .........
I looked like a Ruffian......... she ...was all satin and lace.... and finery
The difference is TRUE
Friday, September 28, 2018
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Renting long term or buying
Forgone:
The Lecture Series:
Humbled Soon Enough:
Each and everyone:
Are we afraid to be humbled?
Forgo the Lecture Series:
The man the other side the bridge at a 45 degree angle from here is bedridden with cancer,
And yet another down the street loosing his mind directly to the South......... and the 3rd a compassionate woman 1700 miles to the North or the West ... loosing her mobility.... they are not getting out much tucked away these days.........
inspiring me to wonder....... are we
Renting long term or buying...................?
The Lecture Series:
Humbled Soon Enough:
Each and everyone:
Are we afraid to be humbled?
Forgo the Lecture Series:
The man the other side the bridge at a 45 degree angle from here is bedridden with cancer,
And yet another down the street loosing his mind directly to the South......... and the 3rd a compassionate woman 1700 miles to the North or the West ... loosing her mobility.... they are not getting out much tucked away these days.........
inspiring me to wonder....... are we
Renting long term or buying...................?
Sunday, September 2, 2018
You August 16th People.. we gotta stick together ... best we can....
You August 16th people are all the same aren't you?.... I am really one to talk... for I am one too.
All I can tell you from where I am is this........
It's different now.... to be a writer...... I mean it wasn't easy or very fortuitous back then either... I struggled a long time......
Times have changed...... and besides there could never be another me.......
again...........
Only Snippets....... of what I once was .... can bleed through...... a cloth...
and Here you are you came along.......... you didn't forget me or I you......
Why you can't even hold your liquor..... your a light weight kid...... but I like ya....... don't take it the wrong way......... I virtually killed myself with it.....
I remember when your Dad your father took you to L.A. The City of 'Lost Asshole's'
He brought you buy as a boy to meet me... but I was not home.... I was across the street watching...
I saw you and your father walk in my bungalow looking for me your dad was hoping I was home...... you both were looking up on the walls at those Black and White photos of the Nudes I had pinned up... as I recall....
I said to myself then.... I like you kid........ you're all right in my book... you can light up my smoke any day.......
You August 16th People.... we gotta stick together... best we can..
All I can tell you from where I am is this........
It's different now.... to be a writer...... I mean it wasn't easy or very fortuitous back then either... I struggled a long time......
Times have changed...... and besides there could never be another me.......
again...........
Only Snippets....... of what I once was .... can bleed through...... a cloth...
and Here you are you came along.......... you didn't forget me or I you......
Why you can't even hold your liquor..... your a light weight kid...... but I like ya....... don't take it the wrong way......... I virtually killed myself with it.....
I remember when your Dad your father took you to L.A. The City of 'Lost Asshole's'
He brought you buy as a boy to meet me... but I was not home.... I was across the street watching...
I saw you and your father walk in my bungalow looking for me your dad was hoping I was home...... you both were looking up on the walls at those Black and White photos of the Nudes I had pinned up... as I recall....
I said to myself then.... I like you kid........ you're all right in my book... you can light up my smoke any day.......
You August 16th People.... we gotta stick together... best we can..
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