My Blog Omaha so i sang a song to the night i was hitchhiking thru omaha i wanted to paint pictures with my words, my rasp instead i howled at a sillouette of the moon it was really a tear drop that escaped my well poised poetry it slipped down, down, into another american town a wet tear on a torn white gown a sillouette of the moon against another blue jean swoon, filled with closet junkies, christian flunkies, truck drivers and hussies flippin their faith at the moon cause jes... read more  The Devil takes His Drag.... Stripped down by the morning sun. Another day has just begun, but I catch it from the nights turn. I see my love on a jilted hill He sits and drinks and sings his fill To the emptied masses. I saw you in the underworld, You were wearing a string of pearls, and diamonds in your hair But alas, the world had stripped me bare And I had only sand and broken fingers, standing there And tangles in my hair. Do you remember that? Do you? I saw you th... read more
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