Sun never waits on dirty socks anyway , and soggy frowns can't stop frost
from building on a Man's breath ,,
so too is the energy that runs through the veins of a traveling Man ,,,
Cold be damned , I ain't waiting for a Moon Shadow across my back .
Strangers part as they met , strange to one another ,, yet a bit closer to knowing each other than a fore ,,,
A cave is Dank by way of it's habits
old broke down houses have gray in their beards , and water from rusty pipes is cleaner
than most Men's minds ,,, you may understand plight , but too old to care at that point .
I left the Old House Garage with a pair of Ladies panties on my head ,,, riding out straight
north of the Red Wood Highway with stains in my jeans from the good romp with Carol ,
from the Micky D's next door ,,,
Red headed women are tough to match for wild
Carol being a brunette surpassed Red's and hit the bell at the top of the pole , smaller hammer be damned , it's in her swing that got the height .
I no longer can see her face ,, but remember a mole that intrigue somewhat mildly ,, just right
of my nose as I licked her thighs that night and early next morning
Tender thighs and I can't help Oral with a Woman ,, damned mouth of mine finds it's own reasons for it's existence , and i just follow lead .
Sometime after I die in this near future ,, there may be a moment when someone , a stranger
i would hope , might find some solace in a word I once wrote ,,,
but none to any great effect will ever be written that brings what solace i have seen
in the Blue eye's of a Dark Haired Woman .
Lashes as Long as her tongue was wide , and Carol was deep in my heart digging small
stars out of it ,,, casting them Seaward on a wind made of China Doll sighs ,,,
GAWD DAMMNED I missed her right at the first lean into the on ramp of Hiway One .
Can't look back I kept whispering over and over ,,,
Laid is Laid Rog' ,,, courtships are for princes , You're a Court jester at best , and best remain so ,,,,,,,,,,,, rent goes up as status rises ,, and your low budget just makes
the free tent .
Ball peen Hammer for a weapon , I ran off three thugs at the next stop ,, freaking gun is for
outlaws who have guns ,, these snootles had only mouths ,,,,