EnRoute to Texas
Above the clouds like a pillow soft interstate, enroute to Texas, all systems go, activate.
On the air like a wayfaring albatross, enroute to Texas, forge ahead to mourne a loss.
Decending slowly with anticipation in crecendo, enroute to Texas, inhibition out the window.
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July 23, 2011 at 1:35 pm
I am subscribing to you now, hell maybe talent is contagious and I learn something
July 23, 2011 at 1:55 pm
i was published in a literary magazine recently and they asked me for a bio to accompany my work. all i left was a simple true statement that “Poetry for me is the last bastion within of the artist that never was.” i really enjoy writing and it is the only expression i can still make time for. ive given up drawing and painting all together, i rarely make new music unless it starts as a poem and i havent sculpted anything in ages. Thanks for the encouragement.
July 22, 2011 at 9:11 pm
Love the wordsmithing. Tells quite the story for so few words
July 22, 2011 at 4:23 pm
last year I drove through Texas
how I wish I read this then.
July 23, 2011 at 2:06 pm
i had occasion to fly back home to Texas this month and this was a result of the plane ride from Baltimore. Thanks for the visit and the comment Chuck.