Road trip is purely bad conscience, she was probably my last chance for love. I can't write her, only thing I can do is show up on a friday night and see if she is still teaching tha yoga class on friday nights. A nurse practioner, a good friend to have, I still remember how she felt in my arms the day we did an impromtu waltz in the patients waiting room...
Zlatco a teacher for sure, for somereason I get him confused with the lazy bear, as if they are flip sides of the same coin that has been flipped in the air and has landed on the third side, life at the edge of my mind, keeps me interested, i seldom get bored, but dam I can hardly read anymore. A sign of disturbance down deep,
aphasia, remember the bear in the old Pogo comic strip, the one who could write but he couldn't read? The other swamp critters had to read it for him.
One last chance Jimboloco I believe that, just one more time to hold her and give me the warmth I need to finish up here, hard for me to take this body of mine seriously unless I can feel her heat one more time. She adored me she said, what can I do for her? Let her feel the chill in my heart? What can I do for her in return, because friends make gifts and gifts make friends. Does she need to embrace a snake. My last waltz. I just want one wore chance to dance. But I don't always get what I want, and when I do sometimes it is so boring. This time I am in a dim light just trying to get what I need. Homeboy's reply when I woud tell him I was trying "Don't Try, do it."
I want to go to DC and wail at the Wall, my pilgramage, what you call it The Haj?
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"Give me the beat boys to free my soul, I wanna get lost in your rock and roll"
