"ive got time and time to bleed, it aint no use in trying to deceive.
ive been fooled by the lover, fooled by the sinner, fooled myself into thinking i was living"-Black Rebel Motorcyle Club "Berlin"
Poem on Wednesday Morning
woke with the buzz of gin still in my head.
last night merriment on 2 wheels,
screaming thru the streets of Boulder,
lights ablazin.
Catchin the Boulder Daze Train back home
after Rogue Wave.
and now look at me.
Breaky and a latte. Shouting poetry thru the house at LowLand,
as he stares at me with a spry eye
thru the slates of the dining room chair.
He knows all the words and yet,
refuses to use them.
Giving me the same impish grin,
day to day. On a Wednesday.
Hurray!
and now look at me.
thinking about having to drop the oil pan and change the stink.
It's here in the basement.
I can smell it.
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