She’s familiar…
ain’t that the blues
Sleeping beside her,
I always knew
Chipped beef on Monday,
Thursday cold stew
Dishes piled high,
paycheck gone through
She’s familiar…
ain’t that the blues
Home from work early,
today around noon
Mattress was creaking,
my pistol I drew
Two shots in my brother
—four more in the flooze
(Chicago Illinois: Performed with Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green 1985)
Adieu
Deposit after deposit, memory is stored,
interest compounding anew
To transfer its balance of riches and gains
—avarice must first bid adieu
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Headed West
In the darkness last night,
I heard Crazy Horse call
The wind through the willows,
new horse in my stall
His words my direction,
the hail in my storm…
“Your brothers await you
—the council fire warm”
(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)
Motorcycle From Pa. To L.A. 7-18-2019
Or Both
Did you do it,
Did you write about it
—or both
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Thanks
Kurt,
Once ‘avarice’ has ‘bid adieu’, playing the blues is as soothing as a cup of chamomile tea!
~Laura~
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