It's about Fog... The fog that crept into the window at the Fort Ord stockade back in 1965, when I would skip breakfast and sit by the barred window in the barber chair and smell the ocean air.

It was quiet today at the dog park. It was hot. Everybody found a shady spot...

THE CIRCLE OF NO REGRETS Key C If my heart be broken let it be by beauty If my tears be spoken let it be by music If my silence must be ending let it be by laughing If my love must say good-bye let it be in dying If my pockets empty…read more

She threw her slip into the bed spread She threw her panties on the stack Tomorrow it goes to the cleaners He said that he will not be back She turned and reached into the corner She took her guitar from the rack...

March March 24 COWTOWN 2018

THE BURDEN OF SANITY As I turned on to Calhoun I could hear the music from the street A dog pissed on a speaker as I found myself a seat Now, Buster is a caveman all hunched over his bones Hair matted like a buffalo, like he’d never owned…read more

How many miles must Guillermo walk? Before all my good intentions are more that just talk... How many shoes must his toe wear thru? How many miles must Guillermo walk? Thursday afternoon and the bridge is a mess No chance to pull over so…read more

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