Jericho

The reaper keeps a place for me in between ‘the agony and the ecstasy’ it’s a book I’ve yet to read. I’m listening for the trumpet call waiting for the walls to fall but hoping he won’t have the gall to say my number’s up. Meanwhile, I’m moseying poking my nose in wondering where do…

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When things look real

This is not life and it’s not in the fast lane, this is what’s sucked out through your eyes when your brain’s down the pan. I have a plan not cunning, it’s not Baldrick’s, that prick’s still eating turnips. And while Thomas Aquinas wines us, we whine on dine on what life was, this is…

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Proposals

   When I get to Nebraska I’ll ask her   alone on the praire she thinks, oh how dare he but she’s secretly happy.   Buffalo words from buffalo herds and buffalo skin to keep out the cold.   Oregon and we travel on the West so dear so pioneer when I get to Nebraska…

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