Another dark poem from the suicide side of my writing. A hint about this poem is the whiskey. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

A love poem about my true love wild turkey.

Inspired after seeing seeing the words " if love is like a flower, then why does it hurt so goddamn bad" written on a bar room wall.

Poetry.

One Day soon. Sooner than you think.

You’re crazy if this world doesn’t make you crazy.

On my way to Philly. What is thought here stays here.

Hitchiking. Somewhere, USA. Sometime this century (maybe)

My soul is older than my body – Somewhere between Tennessee and Philadelphia February 2011.

Music.