Lawn mowers, cut grass, fresh after the storm lightening cracked thunder thumped and a bowl of chicken vegetable soup, home made, with extra pepper and birds singing between storms, with the motorcycle starting without needing to kick start and then the humidity dissipates, and condensation on the Pepsi can, until it's empty and I ride down highway 218 once again.
Recently in Poetry Category
I'll give blood to the nurse
I'll let them know
what's in my purse.
It's got my medicine.
Nice tits nurse.
It reveals my sin.
Battle and bombs.
And the steel guitar strums.
To stars and snow storms.
January 11, 1998
Two beers on an empty stomach
Two beers on an empty stomach
has me singing, stretched out in the hammock.
Next to the stream and under the trees
listening to the wind shaking the leaves.
Looking high into a blue sky
No need to worry, no need to ask why.
Beauty in and all around
A birds song fills the air and the rushing waters sound.
But when I awake, I brush off the flakes.
For it is February, as my cold heart aches.
