maybe it was sitting plunking my crude strings
on a beautiful looking guitar that had mile high
strings...
ive played the most beauttful crafted
the strings should respond to the fingers
on translation to the frets
like ice cream melted on the ribs of a lover
soft velvet close sliding from one chord
note to the next
this one was like a baleen petticoat
and baling wire
but....at the end of it
because its been over twenty years
since I even crudely played like I used
too...it was satisfying

Doors music lyrics I liked
although Jim never wrote all the
songs..at least he could sing it
and the band could pay respond behind
me....it was not the ANIMALS like Eric
Burdons stronger gifted voice
it was that weird music and his
darkness..jim that is and strange
lyrics....
and then
Nick Cave who actually wrote his
darker music and stranger lyrics
darker that I liked
Interpol and White Lies

gristle heat was reaching
I think...but those chilly exciting
nights....the wind blowing
the air clear...lights twinkling
in those distances
the magic in the wind
that puffs in around the windows
taps in the bathroom vent

the girl dressed in a tartan skirt
could be a young woman meeting
the dealer the candyman
pressed complex is a pill
a narcotic substance whatever
or she could be a worker
they had them out today or well
yesterday now
the car is from another time
like the poem
eighties..one could still buy
a decent shaped seventies
model with the large standard
rare options to have that in
a hardtop....or non existant
the combination for the poem
works different
I meant to write coupe..
anyway the couple roar off
on some adventure

mine is over...rolled about
paying bills...money put towards
all things
money gone
work again
busy in a few more house
caught some sleep
onward
onward

thanks Jayne
W

'me should be he..or him not me.'
and 'house'
should be 'hours'
but im here in the bigger apt
a 'house' feel
then at my place
just a 'room'

funny...today all spiffed up
not as tired...better clothes
but...when Im dirty ...tired
downdressed...pirate shirt
on black t shirt....
exhausted..there is something
more approachable
my old female probabtion officer
a long time ago..a cheesy charge
said Pimp out loud looking up
at me as we walked..some reason
I only always met her at lunch
when she and I was alone..she
was very cute with that fench
accent...and she said that and
walked right into a wall
but we had good meetings

I think there is a pimp like manner
in the way that I acess my women
and maybe in a way the women
are dominant like a lot of the
workers tend to be...have to be

forgot about her till now

anyway...just an add one thought

thkx