When my feet are on the ground.

Straightforward Poems for Straightforward People. A poem about the artmore hotel. I could never love a woman who does not write poems.

You know, I know. The devil shaking in my legs knows. White stripes in the wood. I used to think church. Was the place to feel the spirit. When my spirit was light, but. As I got older, my spirit. Looked to clinging, to hover. In the fringes of the bowels. Of the dark and desperate. Hells we call out nature. Tonight, Hell is on. Hell is a court with the.

Friday, September 20th, 2013. The pilgrim approached the Sphinx. On a windswept mountain pass. What walks on four legs in the morning. Two legs at noon and three at night. Answer me true and I will set you free. The pilgrim scratched his head, scratched his balls. Chewed gum, Googled it, blew a doobie. Friday, June 7th, 2013. The lights burn all night.

If you want complete love. A love that is total. Sometime it seems like you. Have no-one to love you. But I am waiting and. And I will be for you. So if your heart is polluted. If your love is tired.