Monday, November 26, 2012

128

There on 128, where my imagination meets the miles with recollections and reflections- the ones I dropped along the way to be caught again and again... in the shadow of giants, the sun flits through in tapping silent sparks of light- and always Kenny and Klugh echo back to offer a wonderful déjà vu... each yellow line on the road darts at me to refill my heart and waken what was never meant to find slumber... there on 128-
 

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

1980....



The aftermath of Sunday Softball;  generic beer,  cigarette, and designer jeans ...




The Kid...


1984... Sinbad







Tuesday, September 4, 2012

the music...



the music- enforced deja vu... the past fills the room and I'm every moment that was, again... all over... yesterday's receipts are new and for a time, for a song... "was"...is now!!

Oh Kenny Rankin, I miss you... you were the Pied Piper of my past...and my soul followed you gladly,  madly...you will always always have strings on me!

"Stoned in love with you..."

"More then you know..."

"When Sunny get blue..."

" Haven't we met...?"

"The very thought of you..."

" It's not how long..."