Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 12

Chapter 12  I’m With The Band   The next morning they all awoke one by one at the early hour of dawn.  They all rubbed their twinging necks and backs and gave each other shit for being so stupid for sleeping sitting up on the couches, especially these couches which they found in a scrapContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 12”

Never to Have Been Lost but Finally Found.

  Never to have been lost, but finally found, what a beautiful          cerebral charge! I smile, ear to ear as I read back on my own despair. My own weakness is        my comedy And such a good one to!                Too muchContinue reading “Never to Have Been Lost but Finally Found.”

The Work of My Words

Ten deep breathes, and let the words do all the work, let this chaos be my own, let that flesh be  known to me. Let that idea sour in our skies and our speech. Let each and every  one. Our wishes and prayers are pointless, no one hears them except the well and the priest.Continue reading “The Work of My Words”

I Am Not a MadMan

I have been called to my own self defense, I am no madman, I am nothing but a bounty, of love and resource for all, for all who want and               accept it. I am not a madman. I am a presence that makes no        Continue reading “I Am Not a MadMan”

To Question

What ever was there to know, Whatever was there to have on hand to so be questioned. To question answer but on and off again, Sinful friendliness you are no help at all. Only past misconstruction and always trifled hours. 2/16/11

Foul Hours Before the Sweet Embrace of Night

The Hours are foul. The Sun Sets. I must begone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid the adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10

Luck’s Valiant Fortune

Luck’s valiant fortune is a blessing on this rotten state of nature. Hallowed be the night sky and purple morn. Token by the word of mouth does a story spread. Only to be lost within the sorts of time. Stated be the structure of sorts, and told this tale in time. It will be mocked,Continue reading “Luck’s Valiant Fortune”

Sweet Words

Sweet Words, Reach in stare and flight. The hallow trickle of the creek, Oh beautiful voice. So many of clutter and noise. Foul Paranoia, and March on. 10/17/10

Memories of a Former Sooth

Trademark fits, memories of a former sooth resting on the tranquil wall. Watched swoon in tension of an  American past. Stanza and colorful report of what ends its relevance in the stakes  of bursted bubbles. No golden age, all millions lost so in crop and trapped. Trapped and rooted and  pumped in band and anotherContinue reading “Memories of a Former Sooth”