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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings: dinosaurs bob their heads

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings. Rock and roll poetic modern dogma. Saturday, June 23, 2012. Dinosaurs bob their heads. I was sailing along. On Saturday night beer fuel. Singing with the band. Til a twelve am last call. I'd put on the rockstar show. Swaying with the crowd. In electric smoke and amber showers. Yelling in unison and waiting. For the night to fall. We stumbled up to the. Top of the tavern. For after hours shots of tequila. Meeting up with Chris and Jerry. Of 40 ouncers to go. Writi...

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings. Rock and roll poetic modern dogma. Wednesday, February 8, 2012. My ebook of poetry,. Is available at smashwords, diesel, Barnes and Noble, and will be available at Apple in about a week. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to the Show! Crawling dinosaurs from here to there bob their heads in time to "Train In Vain". Writing opens up the mind and cleans out the cobwebs. but then the door slammed shut. i knew it wouldn't be the last time.

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings: January 2012

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings. Rock and roll poetic modern dogma. Monday, January 30, 2012. Wagon Before the Mule. Hush now don’t you cry. I’m gonna fix you in the by and by. But she’ll swear I been runnin around. She’ll try to send me right out of town. But you can’t put the wagon before the mule. And expect him to run with a full load too. My heart ain’t believing. What my brain’s been receiving. My head can’t be right. If I’s out with her all night. And not expect him to run all over you.

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings: Wagon Before the Mule

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings. Rock and roll poetic modern dogma. Monday, January 30, 2012. Wagon Before the Mule. Hush now don’t you cry. I’m gonna fix you in the by and by. But she’ll swear I been runnin around. She’ll try to send me right out of town. But you can’t put the wagon before the mule. And expect him to run with a full load too. My heart ain’t believing. What my brain’s been receiving. My head can’t be right. If I’s out with her all night. And not expect him to run all over you.

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings: Adolescent Car Trips

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings. Rock and roll poetic modern dogma. Monday, January 30, 2012. We took off through the. States sinking into the sand. We left no trail or trace except for. Small bits of gum, oil and gas fumes. We came upon the city. In the early morning. In the street lights still dark. We knew no boundaries. Except gas money, tea and sharks. When we left,. She told us to be safe. Don’t drown, wreck,. Or fall prey to animals on the. And taking off, make sure the door’s.

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings: October 2011

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings. Rock and roll poetic modern dogma. Saturday, October 29, 2011. The heart tells a tale. As it clings to the vines. To remind you of the costs. What could be lost with the fall. When my old friend came. Walking in through the. Swung open by his cold wind. Pour from the palms. And the soles of the feet. We all come to thoughts. In red ransom harvest. Recorded in the book of eternity. Writ in warm life. Pricked finger only mine. Pulsing out this boy. One day, two days.

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings: the truth about that

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings. Rock and roll poetic modern dogma. Monday, January 23, 2012. The truth about that. The cat in the hat. Speaks the truth about that. With sharp hair wiggles. And crusted over cats. I've pulled up my wheels. Cause i'm tired of these quills. Until they come off my fingers. In spite of the spills. Thing one and two on distant hills. I wouln't like it to follow their will. Sail off away in the thing a ma jigger. Stay safe all you kiddies in spite of the deals.

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings: December 2011

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings. Rock and roll poetic modern dogma. Saturday, December 31, 2011. Crickets chirp and chase. The other in the early evening. And wait for none but. Callling, calling,. Calling for darwin notion. Calling for li po. And whistle your noises. Calling for all humankind. A little slice of nirvana from jack kerouac. The boys was glad and rested up for more,. And Jack cooked mush in honor of the door,. The boys was sitting in a grove of trees,. Let’s see…. So listen to me,.

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings: November 2011

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Slamming Your Fingers Across the Strings. Rock and roll poetic modern dogma. Wednesday, November 9, 2011. Like a stone bruise on your heel in hell's marathon. Like two hands holding the bar across your chest. Like a spear in the side of humanity's loss. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Welcome to the Show! Crawling dinosaurs from here to there bob their heads in time to "Train In Vain". View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.