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a french song
a french woman , a girl singing a french song amused me more than once that white hot moon refuses chases me up darkened hallways while searching for a well lit room tell me you've been there , before . …
7:17 am
7:17 am sitting up in bed well rested no yawns a deep sleep not one stretch needed maybe , it was that hot shower before turning in - no anxiety no to do list on my mind absent of sweet …
a busy wednesday
travelling back to once upon colors brighter cotton lighter songs in my head predictably happy a busy wednesday chatting with the sea sexy voices and flirty words draw me in confess - slept with the green grass more than once …
sundays real excitement
life mysterious who what where when and why examined poked and prodded bought and sold its ok to touch neither too hot or cold absorb the words thank you drink deeper a i love you sundays real excitement putting on …
rolling rock
too tired to think but not ponder miles away alone on my porch a stone's throw from the 805 freeway more slouched than perched harmonica an guitar overheard dylan working hard hopefully late tonight slightly past ten my sun stolen …
thursdays ok
edges fidgeting energy drawn lazy fight to capture a song love when bees made honey reflections those ones fleeting still beating up / down for today ok with not forever
any day
prayers no our fathers hail marys simply simple pleas , for as i grow old of mind and bones give me a strength of soul above all and lest i fall for a moment guide me towards a shoulder to …
guadalajara
streaks of blond across her forehead sunbrown brown skin rock-n-rollin latina smiling big n bright eyes competing she's travelling back home next month longing for guadalajara deliciously described between gushes an blushes missed loves of foods and families for now …
thirst
a thirst for water beckons not as vast as the ocean streams , brooks creek beds of the type i slipped in and near when getting wet an muddy wasn't my problem someone else decided hot warm or cold re-visit …
tuesdays dreams
Somethings changed... dreams of the sorts you dream about have silently swept back into my head taking space where nothings been wonderful colors shapes basic starting at one red yellow grecian blues slept in , enjoy them a little more …
mundays
what works for me doesn't always work for me or should i say society mondays moves already a crick in the neck mondays mettle sticking like my eggs on that old pan mundays wreck my pick only way to start …
fridays night
sunlights bright fridays night lights brighter air denser voices clatter spotlights few movement pace collide noise intoxicating shimmer on her skin hypnotic early risers dead eves dessert feed feed feeding breeding fall late
bad or good - thursday
bad or good understood misunderstanding beloved lauded applauded buried not dead alive let the grass grow taller not smaller closer not closure buzzing beehive a sting or two good for you strive thrive breathe another breath declare glory be to …
talking to strangers - friday
talking to strangers saying no carefully choosing my vocabulary words opening doors what's in store my difficulty friday where it's at could shooting myself in the foot hurt more ? limping along no crime crept creep eyes upsize realize going …
monday shoes
sandals boots running sneaks walk by stand in line my seat just fine prefer a bar stool but not going that far kick worry the blues right out of my monday shoes red green black just outta bed or perfectly …
like a butterfly
feeling ever so light lately and can't quite describe it a little less weight comfort finding me everyday somewhere thinking try like a butterfly
fridays free
clocks n watches time deadlines what is it good for probably lots of things but it's friday don't work til three bicycle over to the north park library its free shhhhhh trying not to disturb what joys me !
even for a blink
an incessant beat thumping a boy and his drum the numbers add up burning a hole to the bone buried under lifes clutter knowingly not felt the redness gone my only tattoo reveals itself during a pause to think hating …
no crowds or cameras
bring stained glass and a breeze no black party dress or hosiery wear something bright and comfortable forget mom's pearls and grandma's rosary no crowds or cameras just resurrection reflection of a kindness childlike responsibility files of times pick and …