heartbreak swagger
gin and vinyl
a steel pedal section
repeating goodbye
and dress sways between thighs
pushing around a dancefloor empty

his scarred hands
pulling me through

cigarette behind his ear
his tears mixing on a grease stained t-shirt
smokes tugged up tight against muscle breaking
from a days work no one will ever know

snow fall
organs in waiting rooms
jesus on the wall
and my prayers go unanswered

no savior for the sinners

an eleven million matters floating freely above and beyond the brilliant bobbleheaded babies
ooohing like owls who'ing
and the blue in the sky reflecting the chance to ever equal beautiful

years of loss
and
still
losing

11/5/08 nothing
but i wrote this here:
and where i am is not where i thought
i'd be
when i imagined myself BEING somewhere.

here.
where is that?
where have i ended up?
and that's so dramatic... i know .. .. considering nothing is ended.
ending.
end.ling.
Posted by Beat Poet at 7:56 PM

11/5/09 jimmy's bday. eh db night.
11/5/10

i caught a postcard from daniel boone
saying

"sweet woman come to the frontier.. come to the Culpeper and find me a poet"

his face on the front
without a coonskin cap
but a smile
slight and provocative
as though he were a lighthouse
guiding me home

im going now
my time has come

stranded.