perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

Loved them Colts and Johnny U
not the same anymore since

My life would rise and fall on any given Sunday
Like falling in love after the thrill is gone

Love is everywhere
love is in the air
love makes the world go round
I spend my time down on lonely street
I ain't nothing but an old hound dog
howling at the moon outside her bed room door

I am headed out tonight
see my little rock and roller and his daughter Isabella Rose

She was a princess
a J.A.P.
Bogey was a lucky man
I wish they could all be California

Gary Snyder a true blue American Hero
I hope I am not thinking of him when I die

Thanks for the poem
Amor Fati
Crazy Mike always told me heaven and hell are always here and now

I never cried for my father
life is love
love bloody love

thanks for the music

[the mingo]

a simple thank you
don't seem enough
for the man south of my borders
laying it out
laying it out
laying it out
the music the beat
the flesh & blood
( Thanks Mark )

[WIREMAN]

i gots jams
thanks for listening
wobbly winter
riding the freeway
d.c. by day
rockin' most nights
tonight is chill
like now!

[the mingo]

one breath to the next
as crows eat the bread
i put out
they're making noise out there
one breath to the next

[still.trucking]

one breath
one step
another breath
dance steps

listening to music
I get blinded by the lyrics
doctor say I live five years if I take my time busting them rods

keep hearing a phrase
gross national happiness
what Have I done for the gross national happiness today

Well I posted this song by an old friend who never heard of me, first heard her at a little honky tonk in nashville in 1976

[SadLuckDame]

I still have that picture saved to one of my folders.
It just makes me feel better to think about it and it sort of lets my mind wander about fathers and how they're trying, must be.

[stilltrucking]

the children make me feel better

[the mingo]

blue lightning thunder bunny
up a tree me
and my goats
the young wood vivid with throw
write falling snow
write a gypsy
make it look same as snow
piling up and
disguised as window
we have many schemes
some of them locked away
locked up poems
with potential as mothers
go condo
go nuclear
go everybody
go go go

[SadLuckDame]

For no known reasoning
I was gonna lit ya up
and tell ya just how it is
that my goats have better names
than your goats.

Was gonna tell you that
yesterday
but I couldn't find a spot to write it in.
And here, here!
you've given me your number one spot
to slip right in and write what I'd not.

[WIREMAN]

billie goats
eating everything
even the barbed wire
on fire
delivering the milk
slicing the meat
wearing brando leather coats
goaty goats
in the yard
bah-bah-bahing
all the live long day

hard wired mp3

[the mingo]

[still.trucking]

fire on a wire
angels on pin
never giving in

never going to get my goat
cept over a bar bee que pit
life locked up in a poem
hard wired in words

[SadLuckDame]

Men are a great excitement.
They come in Italian Linen shirt forms
and leagues. Some have diesels
and then there are men marching their prized meat,
I immediately think they're the survivors.

If I catch him twice by the side of his fronts,
I want him to take me on a long exposure.
Bacall was one lucky woman.

[stilltrucking]

Bogey and Bergman
Bogey was lucky

A face is a rose is a woman is a rose is a face
I thank god for the flowers

[WIREMAN]

those eyes
that look
roberto a lucky man
isabella the offspring
that voice
those sad eyes
lowlands
once upon a times
east and west
bottom of the
wishing well
never never
never ever
gonna give in
jam i am!