Tag: ShortStory
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The Heart Of Saturday Night
The Heart Of Saturday Nightby Tom Waits Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheelWith your arm around your sweet one in your OldsmobileBarreling down the boulevardYou’re looking for the heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jinglingThen you see the lights and you get all tinglingCause you’re cruising…
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Anchorless & Rudderless
Ramblings I’m empty pocket blue, riding a steel rail into the murky night. Time and miles roll by as I fly through ambiguous sights. As I close my eyes to all things consider, my life’s flight from stop, go, right turn, left, and wrong, impregnates the reverse with dreams of my impending rise, or demise, …
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Another Cold November Morn’
Another Cold November Morn’ another cloudless November skysun-bathed landscape not too distant mountainsdim silhouettes on the horizon interim landscape bathedgolden, yellow, and brown counterpoints of black and graydefine the actors in Sol’s play as a roadrunner scampers inamong the plant-based thespians scrub-sage and Brittlebush bonesfreeze-dried in the night time cold home to moon-frosted apparitionswaiting for…
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A Confluence Of Idiots
A Confluence of Idiots A true parody, self righteous, self absorbed,in crowded parking lots both here and abroad,trolling the spaces closest the door,wasting my precious time, and yours. Potential spot sighted… must stop the flow,must have this one, no other will do,creates a bottleneck so no one can move,the Cadillac’s too close; exiting truck can’t…
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There’s So Much Beauty
There’s So Much Beauty there’s so much beautyin the world all aroundbut I find it difficultto praise it with allthe poverty and painthat abounds gazing at sun-drenchedlandscapes with mountainvistas fading in the distancebrush and critter-filledriverbed winding norththe path of least resistance social and economic promiseis nothing but bleakwhile the apex-predatorthe ‘elite’ of the human freaksguts…
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Early Youth
Early Youth – A Distant Memory When very youngGot lost and coldSpanked for runningOut in the roadEscaped fromRope-tied pantsBy taking them off Lived by the radioThe Shadow KnowsSciFi movies andThen TV black and whiteThen came color 78’s became 45’s and 33’s,Went from HiFi to StereoThen 8 track and cassetteThen MP3’s Dog houseAn early get-a-wayBasement sanctuarySkipping…
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Mr. Bubble
This was written in the aftermath of my last divorce (30 some odd years ago). Let’s just say that I was in a particularly dark and cynical mood for ‘a time’ thereafter … I should have seen it coming, but looking back, I was in denial… appearently… Mr. Bubble In shifting rainbow hues, the possible…
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I’ll Take Care Of You
I’ll Take Care Of Youby Beth Hart and Joe Bonamassa (originally by Bobby Bland) I know you’ve been hurtBy someone elseI can tell by the wayYou carry yourself But if you’ll let meHere’s what I’ll doI’ll take care of you I, I loved and lostThe same as youSo you see I knowJust what you’ve been…
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A Retorical Question – Do You Still Have Faith In Nights?
Do You Still Have Faith In Nights? Darkness, you who gathers everything,the rills of awareness, and keys to Bohemiannights, and energies moving therein, You, whose verse and lyrical prose,mentored some by Cézanne and Rodin,became sculpted objects, entities in themselves. In Ronda, the famous bull-fighting centerin southern Spain, there is tribute to you,for your work and…
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That’s Life
I’m pleased to read so much good advice and thoughtful prescriptions from the younger generations here. Paying too much attention to legacy media would suggest otherwise. It’s encouraging to me to read the thoughtful, critical thinking of those suggesting that we be ourselves, walk in and meditate on nature, on the present… now, not overly…
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