
….mourning dove love…

….mourning dove love…

…rising from a winter nap, reaching for the springtime sun…….
There’s no chance in hell this will ever work out. I muttered to myself, while heading down south. Hit the Rocky Mountains in a daze. Gloomy gray nighttime haze. Driving through Atlanta, half crazed. Headlights on high beam, all because of an unanswered dream. ….
Chasing it…….forever it seems….

…driving with Elton, singing along…a madman myself, what a song…..with a bottle of booze in the back of my car….razor face, amazing grace….I’ll never learn the reason why……
With a hint of truth, a touch of fiction. Seriously, living dangerously. Cancer growing, raining endlessly. Sounds of anguish, howling madness. Raging inside, echoing pain..
Four Twenty once again. Fire one up, then begin. Laugh out loud, feel mellow within. Troubles behind, good times ahead. Smiling crazily, lounging lazily. Pass me that snack tray, turn the album over. Wondering, will I be doing this when I’m older……😊

….Ezra knows….grass is growing, we’ll be mowing……actually I’ll be mowing, she’ll be snoring 😴..
Hitchhiking, thumb out. Dumb luck winning, no doubt. Caught a ride in Baton Rouge, all the way to Santa Fe. Holed up for forty two days. Emerging with a another face, different ways. Unrecognized, unrealized, starting over again…..
Meeting on TV, a cattle call, for all to see. Lined up for a chance at fame. Pathetic little game. Starved for acceptance, looking for love. In all the wrong places……on a reality show?…….What were you thinking……
Your sullen silence is shouting out loud. Yelling at me, for crying out loud. Get on your bike, take a hike. Go somewhere, anywhere. Drive your go cart to the stars, past the moon straight to mars……