Friday, August 22, 2014

Radio Show



Listening to her voice
no matter who’s behind it
I’d marry that voice

If the voice intoxicates
you must not  litigate.

Imagine jumping off 
a bridge….no, that’s 
wrong, shouldn’t be in 
this poem, but, I’m not
going to take it out,
because, I’m not one 
of those.

No, intoxicating sounds,
that make you dream at 
night, or, in daylight.

“Look, Flipper wants us
to follow him!”  They don’t
call them day dreams for
nothing. That’s how we got
to Woodstock….all of us.
Which is why I’m still listening.

Inside my head….insight…
the words speak for themselves.
Listening to the music in a diner
anywhere in the USA  is my idea
of heaven…and, a good chicken 
fried steak.







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