One day so alone.. blues down stoned..to play..sang a song..got my axe.. song is what I say
three girls..by the road..see them.. in my world..real for me..
they telephone.. tears do not atone..
Self speak..so unique..talk and walk the lane.. is it who you think?
or someone insane?..
lost in heart and brain
pretty child runs wild..leave a way for me..Prism spots..
run cold hot..a life melody.
A poem for Sunday..Peace Tony