Some Sad, and Some Lonesome Days

Some sad,

some lonesome days-;

old friends dying of this and that!

Some killed in the war, some waiting, some not.

Kids left me long ago, no reason to return don't need me anymore.

Lost a job not long ago, got sick, everyone knows felt empty, worn.

Wish mother was still alive, no fake skies!

So many friends turned rotten-deep in the gut, I sensed something's

coming, and it did, an earthquake.

Some sad, some lonesome days-; fog coming in off the ocean, summer's

gone, gone for another season.

Trying to stay away from arguments, fights

Too old, too near the end of my plight

A lot of bullies in the city, the world, everywhere, behind desks in bars

and cafes-don't care

hard times everywhere, that's been, kind of my life.

Wish I could smell the fall leaves burning in Minnesota, my hometown.

But I'm too far away-in Lima, Peru (wish I was in the mountains now)

in the grooved valley-

My brother, is already there-I keep-moving to it-

Keep your distance friend-

I seen too much now under six feet of gravel

Been listening too long to the blues,

Stopping for gas, and getting apocalyptic gifts

No way to close my mind, filled with clouds and bushes

Guess I really don't care- some sad, some lonesome days they come

and go

Uncertain as the weather.

I hear

the song birds twitching

In my gardens, they haven't left me, yet!

The dirty pigeons leave twigs all around, nesting by the window, a mess

This city never sleeps (day or night), eight-million in all-yet empty

Wish I was back in the mountains, perhaps soon-

I don't regret much, can't wait for a new book to read, it's the only

thing on earth, honest with me....

I quite driving in this city, too many cars, exhaust

They all hate my honesty -too much, it bothers them

I walk around the house half naked, but I don't care, it's creative

and liberating

better than swatting flies or telling lies and gossip

So many memories & some hard to live with, can't go back, or hide

Too much dirt on the road, too deep the bedrock underneath, just be

prepared to live or die-

Love, love-empty-some harmful-

But it's everywhere I look; it comes and runs, leaves like a fish-

If it doesn´t hook you, it gets hooked; if it hurts, its self-defense

Kids call when they think you're going to die, and write your will

blameless they feel-and years pass

Its too late now, love, love it came and gone, left like an old warn out

song (for the children)

Uncertain as the weather.

Some sad,

and some lonesome days-

So I'll tell my maker when I meet him on that special day!

No dime stores left anymore, only my unwise temper remains

The sun doesn't follow me anymore, left it behind.


Left it in Minnesota along ago, with my youth, but I got along.

Rosa's my sidekick, don't need a wife, so I found out when I woke up,

even under

Uncertain weather.