I love your story about the mountians..the mommas working hard hauling in food fuel..working..Got my bunni and she does a lot..xmas spirit..cleans the house..a little round woman now...she was skinny hootchie coochie...meds...some things occured..now heavy...loves food...so be it.....she can still knock the socks off the pretty little hotties..intel..gruff busines...me .was at the tall man store buying new shirts....two.....every so often....total came to hundred bucks....so be it...sometimes you have to purchase someone NOT TO TAKE to work..or ride through the brush in....one striped one a shiny violet....excellent materials...nice chaps.....we had dinner after at a new place...but I was falling asleep......got in shit for that...women give you the shit...slap you about...like a horse....
quit eating the geraniums..a dig in the ribs and onward..........the women do so much...because they love their men....they wish..hope...but in the end they just know....oh they are men...Im good for a lot of stuff though and I do work at my work...running errands..and then crafting...because its been awhile since I made something notable ....and I did live with very activated women all through my life and a lot of them were irish italian or sicilian or irish....barvarian...not just the common mesh.....I dont think I am.....Im stuck in the past....angry.....growly.....which describes the old patriarchs to a t......jesus dont wake him up in the morning........always taking control of our village section......farm........show me the olive trees....I will pick em...trim em.........as if....Fermi comes over and needs help and next thing........always...yah the next things...

but.......me..i helped neighbour put up tree...i sit with crazy friends...I make em nervous..
i laugh with the new and bright and in control because I love them........I know they are
made of the marble...hard....but soft...warm if loved........

my art is borrowed from my trips here.......
I borrowed so much from U..
this is a tribute poem
and why not
those fifties poets sat about
and went all jived up what
they were doing
how we do it

your work lately has been
incredible
so clear
and intense
the others have noted it
and I have seen it
if I havent said anything
about i

I did not have the great
loves early in my life
I chose carefully
like a deck of cards
but downtown even
those girls I chose
were not too be
the fools

si vous plais

oh armacore

loved it

vegas......
one day
I shall visit
that place

in meantime I
do go online and
visit many other
places..

I find great inspiration
in the sharing of your
trip Joe
because as the one way
ticket
that u bought and paid
for with your soul
you share here
and that Brother
with a capital
means the world
to this Brother

thank U

I write here.......on a freesite......for free for the enjoyment of poets for poets
it would be great for chapbooks....be published...but it would change it all
It Would...
I know this deep in my heart

we grew up in a society that shared casettes
intel on the roll..on the move
coffee shops taxi rides
like the true times of intel sharing
the revolutions of france began in coffee shops
like many others
idealogy is poetry
you cannot patent this
any more then you can put a cage
on love itself
or a tag on hate
that channels through the
gorge of that run
..

happy that my work here
is appreciated
....

thank U

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