Love Does Funny Things To Ya

He listened to her speak…words comin’ from her mouth…some kind of foriegn language…he couldn’t make it out…maybe it was Spanish…some sort of form of Spanish like Catalan…or Castilian…maybe it was the old language of the Basque…he wasn’t sure…words just kept comin’ from her mouth as gentle winds blew upon the beach in the moonlight makin’ […]

He Wouldn’t Come Soon Enough

He heard noises throughout the night…cops carryin’ off criminals…an ambulance or two drivin’ through town on their way to St. Joseph’s…fire trucks honkin’ their horns…gunshots down the alleyway…a man and a woman yellin’ at each other next door…voices comin’ through open windows along with a cool summer’s breeze…an open gate clinkin’ to metal… At 2:30 […]

the wind wrestled the trees

The wind wrestled the trees…bendin’ em back and forth in the dark night time breeze…makin’ noises outside his window as he watched the pines sway from side to side like an old singin’ group from the fifties made up of black teenage boys who hung out on street corners winkin’ at girls as they passed […]

like magic

where’d ya come from… just got here… I know…but…where’d ya come from… spent time downtown for awhile… doin’ what… lookin’ at faces…people watchin’…seein’ different types…man woman…woman man…girls and boys leavin’ Catholic schools…dressed in uniforms…ties…black leather shoes…Bibles and books…Bibles and books… is that what you do with your time… yes…and sit in coffee shops…drinkin’ water…thinkin’… ’bout […]

he missed the road

he’d look out his windows…through the blinds…at a parking lot filled with cars…cars and pick-up trucks scattered about on gravel…some parked in angles…others straight-on…fronts facing out…tailgates closed…a flatbed attached to one of ’em… and he’d watch these automobiles come and go all day long…remembering when he had a Dodge…used to drive it up and down […]

the girl in the Chevy

I’ve been looking for you…took off some time ago…like magic…you were gone… And I wondered where you went to…some place back in the woods…went to another town…living under a viaduct in Joplin…maybe a homeless shelter in Little Rock… Never dreamed I’d find you here…just over the county line…eating McDonald’s in the front seat of an […]

bears

what did you do with it… with what… that thing you had… when… just a minute ago…you had it in your hands…some kind of screwdriver or something… I don’t know what you’re talking about… long and pointed…silver looking…maybe it wasn’t a screwdriver…you carry a pocket knife… no… you had something in your hand…something…and now it’s […]