This words and page is dedicated to a few of the good Guys--- You to laugh with---You to cry to--- I can just about make it over...

Is it true ribs can tell
The kick of a beast from a
Lover's first ? the bruised
Bones recorded well
The sudden shock, the
Hard impact. Then swollen lids,
Sorry eyes, spoke not
Of lost romance, but hurt.

Hate often is confused. Its
Limits are in zones beyond itself. And
Sadists will not learn that
Love by nature, exact a pain
Unequalled on the rack.

To the end in the blue:
Funky blues
Keen toed shoes
High water pants
Saddy night dance
Red soda water
And anybody's girl...

Take care my friends...