when you have nothing
\nyou have everything
\nonly you find that out much later
\nlove is a sandwich on the cutting board
\nor a hot coffee on cold concrete
\nslipped out his plastic card
\nand charged his freedom
\na poets eyes see’s reflections in the windows
\nfog on the pond
\ntenderness in a drive-by shooting<\/p>\n
captured in the claw of technology
\nmy emotions carry over the bandwidth
\npast lonely midnight card games
\nclenched relationships &
\nfragile wireless hearts<\/p>\n
“ihavent wokeupdrunk in tenYears”
\nbut i remember the vomit stench, bloodand jail cells
\nlike it wuz last night
\nnow i can taste the sunsets and spit out all the
\npits
\ni can see the whispers behind my back
\nand know just what they
\ntranslate
\ni can touch the moon and bath in its glow
\ni can hear the music and filter out all the static
\ni can plant a tree and count its leaves
\ni can dance
\ni can live
\ni can love<\/p>\n
neonduskmondaynovember81999ninethirtysixpm<\/p>\n
“Does God look down on the boys in the barroom,
\nMainly forsaken but surely not judged.
\nJacks, kings, and aces, their faces in wine,
\nDo lord deliver our kind.
\nFrom singing for whiskey three strings on the fiddle,
\nFour on the guitar and a song that I love.
\nMany’s the night we spent picking and singing,
\nIn hopes it be pleasing both here and above.
\nJack’s string fiddle to my sawtooth bow,
\nWho loves lonlieness loves it alone.
\nI love the dim lights like some love the dew”
\n~~~Robert Hunter<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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