Riding in Cincinnati Cold river runs cold and colder live crawdads revolve – understandably How can you stay in my memorable castles of steel and words? silver and dyed blue linens – remote without escape – we do not plan. And if my muse is back, she speaks another language – adroit, uncomplicated bad fire […]
Monthly Archives: August 2003
Foster Johnson’s – Carriage Trade
Carriage Trade She talks too much, driving me to sing outloud madness, Spring weather quite mad – and I go inside. How can you make any dreams without Sleep and Sleep comes hard when the sweat pours off your body like a clapping sound Brown muddy water Brown muddy water going downstream to […]