BluesPoetry
Staccato beats of the pounding rain on my window
like Beethoven's 9th flashing violently like fire and brimstone
The street is over flowing like a red river of new jazz
like unforgiven promises like a night of interupted coitus
Drumming in waves of blue green heat
running backwards in 8/9 time
Eating lizzard tacos with firey sause
crashing on throught on the other side of midnights broken toll
out of this life and into another as flashes come between the sound and the fury
It stops only to reload and again it starts
Wet and destructive erupting my silence
Breaking down the levy bringing on the flood
Can't you see our salvation as we are swimming in a sea of mud
Tearing out foundations suckingup our blood
Water over flowing like some awful evil plan
Going up to higher ground that for those that still can
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Long John is a true friend of mine; I hung in with him thru marital distress and living in Pioneer Park in his tent and his espresso maker, and he is a dear man, sort of a tall tilted bearded scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz. If he moves back to NM I will miss him very very much, but he will do what he must do for his kids, first, and then for himself. He's a great guy.
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