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- DESOLATION ROW – Guest Poem
- DELILAH’S THORNY BUSH
- THE SWITCH IN OUR HEADS
- Entity and Arched Ingenuity Spawned
- FRAILTY and DISCORD
- WHITE POST – TWO
- BATHSHEBA’S PROMISE
- WALK WITH ME A LITTLE WAY
- BOB DYLAN .. .
- ITS A BAILEY
- ITS A BAILEY
- LISTEN .. .
- FACING UP .. .
- AND ANOTHER THING .. .
- Enter – the Thief
- IN THE LAND OF NEVER WAS
- CHILD .. .
- TRIBUTE TO JAMES GANDOLFINI
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DESOLATION ROW They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They’ve got him in a trance One hand is … Continue reading
Delilah’s Thorny Bush .. Obsession was never ever the mother of invention The host always has the advantage over the willing guest We all long for the valley even when on the mountain tops Deep down in the gulley, it … Continue reading
THE SWITCH IN OUR HEADS .. Marlon fingered the marbled, glass cubes he held in his other hand His fingers explored the shallow dints like he was feeling his woman’s body He enjoyed the gentle scrape as they rubbed against … Continue reading
I am a defender of the free spirit, a champion of the open mind A bastion of the right to speak, a marvellous moment in the day That shines silver in the new dawn of mans reason & determination That … Continue reading
FRAILTY and DISCORD! We watched the fields burningThe sky turning black then goldWe saw the dark birds fleeingSmart animals running crazy-free I, am not embarased by my honestyLike a bloody steak laying on a cold plateLike a mysterious line from … Continue reading
White Post – Two .. I’m on my way to the white post again The white post calling me since I was six? I follow the dog who is pulling the hardest I always get to the white post the … Continue reading
Bathsheba’s Promise . O’ tumbled then the fairest whiskey both an’ the flowered wreath in Crispin’s wake Who lit a flame and carried bower o’er’ morning dew whoever slew the fatted ox Or caught the sun it’s nestled slew which … Continue reading
. Walk With Me A Little Way . .. Let’s not talk about our saddest stories Let’s not spoil this moment we have shared With darkened tales of pain and sorrow With cold memories of what we’ve endured . Let’s … Continue reading
Bob Dylan . . “Bob Dylan”, he said. “You musta’ heard a’ him.” “Sure, I heard a’ him. He sings songs done’ he?” The question in his voice kind of riled me. “A’ course he’s a singer, fool!” I kinda’ liked … Continue reading