The blues
sighing of lost souls
piquing senses
washing away
stains of days
drying wetted thoughts
creating characters in
weeping strings and
the sorrowed slide
rising from the
sun-baked backs of
cotton filled memories

04/10/2007

Author's Note: No need to say how I feel about the blues...
"You men eat your dinner
Eat your pork and beans
I eat more chicken
Than any man ever seen, yeah, yeah"

Posted on 04/10/2007
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