97. Story about Black

It’s really a poem of automatic writing, of what my maternal grandfather might say, as he died when I was one year old so where the following thoughts are coming from, I’m not clear:


Gramps would say

Hang Ten and Be Tough

Havin No One Here

Have A Great Day

Have A Beer

Treat For The Road

Here’s A Story To Hear

Nothing to regret

Had lots of fun

Can’t win em all

Clean A Little More

Than You Did Before

Dress In Black

Your Power Is Back

Depend on Some

Destroy Noone

Destined to Be Free

And Live In Harmony


January 20, 2014

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