This is a test of your emergency long lasting net worth.
A vision of life now being held
as prisoner of war.
Run over by progress,
and busloads of humanity fleeing.
Now is the time
to use the skills
he has learned
dealing with abandonment.
Soaking wet, he was all of sixty pounds.
watching his father closely,
Virginia is reeling from another.
The colors of the night sky
melt under her eyes.
Throat threads severed.
Cut off lonely
by my own words.
“there is something definitely
wrong with me besides
Finding the Beat Movie: A Feature Documentary in Search of the Modern Beat. Read all about the project at:
listening to SRV on PBS and trying to write poetry is a very strange thing to do. Not wrong, or uncomfortable, just strange. though I consider the guitar an instrument of poetry, a weapon of mass destruction, with the aphrodisiacal power of a candlelit dinner followed by a warm bath, the voice reminds me that
I am not insensitive to the honor of having had
the opportunity to receive and give love.