holy flowers floating in the air,were all those tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.
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Friday, January 11, 2008

 
i have pants that need a patch mended
two bags of clothing and belt buckles sit in my room
maybe ill sell them to turn a few dollars, for car fuel
last night i dreamt about a motel i saw in kentucky
guitar wont keep tuned
got a new dress
driving south today...ventura..orange county..
daily breaks of silence
tomorrow is my birthday
ill be on a mountain in the mojave desert
with folks i love very much
in the rush of things the past few months,
i forgot why i like to paint
but i remember why i like to write
and there is ink on my hands again
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