When my years are
stretched thin like elastic

that is at breaking point
or just past it

I'll be glad that I keep
my best memories deep

in the grooves
of a black slab of plastic.

You make me want to strip down
Yes physically
Slowly wrapping my self around you
And in you

But not just that

You make me want to peel away
The layers of my soul
And lay her
trembling before you

I want to expose all the corners
Hidden in my mind
Make them open wide
Grasping for you

I want to surrender my heart
Raw and uncovered
Yearning to experience the ecstasy
Of being yours

I get it
your right in a way
i mean, yes your confusing...
but only if i don't try to put myself in your shoes
But when i step outside my own feelings
your actions make complete sense...

your heartbroken
your not trying to play games
your trying to let go
but your heart isn't ready
you miss her, I am sure
I bet that it kills you
that she got to leave and you are here...
trapped in a snow globe of memories
and not even just her memories
but every person that has broke your heart's memories
because breakups tend to do that...
they ******* dredge up **** we thought was over

and so you met this woman who was pretty
and interesting
and open
and hurting too
and she made you forget...
or maybe not even that
but she allowed you to remember in a way you could bear
She made you feel good
and feeling good made you want to kiss her
so you did
and all the things that happen when you kiss someone happened
and before you knew it
you were standing at the doorstep of something
something more
and there was alarm
WAIT!
you had made yourself a promise...
and if you don't honor that
you are just gonna repeat your patterns
and hurt yourself again
and her too....

so you made the healthy choice
so you could heal
and it wasn't easy
she did tempt you but you had
for once
to chose yourself
and that baby is not confusing at all
I understand it completely

Under the I-20 bridge
over the Chatta-
'hoochee suits me
fine as fishin' line

- I've been retried
and found
I ain't wanted

nothing but a winter coat -
my sweet mutt Woof
- an old six string Martin
and a 'frigerator carton

for sleeping in the winter wind
when the sun don't shine -

I don't have a bone to pick
- my fingers ain't quiet as quick
and nimble on a riff - my back is stiff
- but my voice is still whiskey

smooth and my words turn
water into thunderbird - wine

retried suits me just fine
- jailhouse jeans
and salvation army boots -
refried beans and cheap cheroots
- sitting on an old truck tire
around an open fire

I've been  retried and trued
but I ain't yet retired -

somebody's got
to feed my dog -
sing some songs
- catch these fish
and start the fire -
drink a little *****

- 'neath the I-20 bridge
over the Chattahoochee

rivaaa····

r ~ 10/16/14

we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

it gets old - the news
of war - no more glory

-  the dead are dying
old and young

- we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

living in our rooms
above the fray -

we turn away
like yesterday -

we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

another day.

r ~ 10/17/14