Darling, I would follow you anywhere.
Into the darkest parts of Hell, when my bones begin to ache and my spirit tries to leave my body.

I’ll trail around, solely a dog on a leash obeying its master.
I’ll cross oceans and deserts and climb to great heights and fall to the deepest depths with you as my guide.

I’ll be your most loyal companion and most ferocious protector.
When Hades knocks down your door, grim reaper with his scythe, I’ll bare my teeth and show my claws. He’ll take me with you or he won’t take you at all.

You kept them after she gave them to you, and
slowly they dried out in the crisp stale air of your room in a trailer
in the deserts of New Mexico,
poor conditions thus yielding poor results and...
flowers don't live forever,
it doesn't seem to matter what you do.

But you kept them, and hung them on your wall
to solidify a spirit of hope maybe,
or to be a memento for something that felt like
it would last forever
if you just gave it fresh water every day.

75 Les Paul custom
25 year anniversary
cherry sunburst finish
best I'd ever seen
neck, straight and tapered
frets had been machined
jammed with it for five years
when incidentally
I sold it to a stranger
to meet financial needs
looking back, my heart still crushed
a foolish move indeed!
sometimes what we do for love?
remain a mystery!

Virtue
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

Did you think you could save me?
If you stayed healthy, you could heal me?
I was left counting on you.
So, was it a selfish or selfless thing to do?
Was it a crime or a virtue?

I took all that I could take.
Stayed up all night to keep you breathing.
Brought you home from the police station.
I lost myself to care for you.
Was it a cycle or a virtue?

Vague memories of a noble steed
and the paladin I was
My horse was of a humble birth
I rode for justice' cause

He reared way up, hooves a flying
against the country dawning sky
There in the distance, the quarry
The proverbial, wanted bad guy

We raced along the grasslands
We dodged bullets and I hung low
Caught the bad guy and I jumped him
He drew his gun, but way too slow

I socked him in his jaw
and we tussled all around
he tried to hit me with a rock
that he found upon the ground

On a rich gold afternoon
she is riding in a convertible:
the wind blows through
her golden hair, the brown
no more to be seen.

The car was grand
the-trailer pulling a race-car
was grand.
You could see-she had-a rich man.
-Maximize rich, Minimize man-

From the masks
of plastic smiles
eyes
were interested only
in how many saw their flash.

My God I love being alive.
The moon dips low below the horizon as your fingers travel down my waist to my hipbone.
You: so tall and so new and so wonderful.
Us two sit on the floor and eat food out of paper containers, long legs criss crossed and tangled up in spidery webs.
We glisten like silk threads in the starlight,
morning dewdrops clung to thin clear strings.

Had he known the last time they made love,
Would be the last time they’d make love.

He would have stayed a little longer,
Held on to her a little stronger.

He would have gazed into her eyes,
As they said their last goodbyes.

He would have sat beside her bed,
Till there was nothing left unsaid.

He would have rubbed the back of her neck,
And given her cheek a little peck.

He would have sat her in a chair,
And took some time to brush her hair.

Darkened cave graveyard?
dusty carapace inside
treasure from the deep

Flags gently waving,
Honoring those who gave all,
Memorial Day.