Some days there is nothing of the blues I can use so I put down my pen & walk instead
Where will you go, little vagabond, anonymous familiar,
Best advice I ever heard I learned at the poker table: Shut up & deal.
The years of my youth, my sensual life—how clearly I see their meaning now.
Blue fluid in my limbs,momentum buoys me upat takeoff speed
Half his life he parachutedfrom open cockpits in swamp fog,and the other madly scouted
