We used to meet at thisenclosed bus stop.Glassed in, like ablurry-eyed goldfish.Diesel morning sadness.We were drunks, dead, andstill dreaming.There was Chuck, Dog,LeftyLuckyand Beth.We shared our minusculeamounts of liquor, and sangold Motown favorites."Mama said there'd be dayslike this."These were the...

A long time ago there was a song it was called when a man loves  a woman but I think they got it wrong Better yet let's try this flip when a woman wants a man and wants another chick    I wanted them once...

As the night fallsWrapping us in the blue indigo shroudWe look to the starsWitnessing the twinkling lightsOf inspirationSome say the twinkling lights are dying planetsI say they are the explosion of uncontainable talentThat cannot be held back one second...