poetry
Powder River Rapture
I was breaking rocks on the Powder River banks I ain’t killed nobody I ain’t robbed no banks And as I dug in the Red River dirt I rolled in the loam and the mud and the hurt. And I looked through your window But you weren’t there I tapped on your door I rang […]
MoreThe Brigid Polk Detective Agency: Just a little polk song…
The Brigid Polk Detective Agency Open for business every day at nine, She’ll investigate your motives Find out who drank all the wine. And if you ever stumble Whenever you fall, The Brigid Polk Detective Agency Is waiting for your call. It’s unlikely that you’ll ever get through – That line is rarely free. But […]
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Plagued By Desire (Songs of the Road #1)
The wind picks up the leaves at dawn, Blows their corpses round the lawn. And I wouldn’t want to go ‘Cept the wind and the snow Wont let me rest anymore…. Anymore. The Hobo holds open his hand, Offers me a piece of this land. And I would go with the flow ‘Cept the wind […]
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Mountains…
There is no explanation I do owe ya No gold plated promises to visit or to call ya And the only place that I feel free these days Is with a long stretch of road behind me And a good long stretch ahead It’s just there’s mountains in the way But its always been that […]
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