
…ezra’s new haircut…I am no groomer…

…ezra’s new haircut…I am no groomer…
Civil war ballad, written in haste. Short little song, meant to erase. Evil and carnage carried to waste. A winner and loser, cannot be the case. Nobody wins, no one escapes.
Contentment, a concept I’ll never aquire. Wouldn’t desire. It would put out my fire. Extinguish the flame. With only myself to blame. No, I prefer constant change. Mixing it up. Swinging around. Never knowing where I’ll be found.
precious love, make me smile. always you, all the while. you are an angel, it’s quite true. beauty and wisdom, through and through. couldn’t count all you’ve taught. every wish, every thought.
A process of extraction, perhaps subtraction. Either up, maybe down. Left to right, lost and found. In the middle. All around. Kaos winning. Mind spinning. I laugh out loud, irrationally grinning.

blew in quickly..blew out fast….
our music, our songs, before she left. moved cross town. to the country club. playing a part. a production of some type. what is the cost? the price for what’s lost.

out of my mind……….
Jewel eyed, cat like smile. Angel princess. Juarez bound. Information I found. Anyways. It’s okay, that’s where she belongs. Far far away….
Autumn arrives, old friend. Guiding the way, easing summers end. Softly, quietly, gently. Until Winter begins. Perfect bridge from yesterday’s warmth, to tomorrow’s freezing.