Trouble trouble damn old trouble every place I know.. blind to express what I mean.. double space need those lost actors show.. cat cartoon blue freeze.. ignore the scene..
Damn control.. on a roll.. right in sight.. can’t trust a soul.. each day a song to get me home..
poison in my blood.. still beauty comes on strong.. poison stay away from song and poem..
morning run sunshine.. confusion away.. keep it clean.. sweat poison in a flow.. every flower watches.. white oak.. magnolia tree.. here a weeping willow lives to grow..
Time was never saw a bring down.. no one would see.. harpy sharpen claws scratching me.. play my ax.. sing around town.. singin’ birds agree.. woman smiles.. chase creases of a frown..
Thought to Share.. ‘Poem matures when I reach ‘how it ends’.. in each line’ ‘Lyric in poem should lend description as often as possible. I find little use for conjunctions’.. Peace Tony 🙂