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a cobweb in the back of my psyche is claiming my attention somewhere I hear phony laughter so I lit up smoked it with a huge amount of sin ..

she looked at me with sultry perceptive eyes and her mouth was turned down she wasn't young and naive still, she had a calculating mind look..

flickering street lamp keeping time with your beating heart you escape the street into the den of iniquity better known as Pirate's Den Nawl..

Just reflection upon this thing we call love . . .

stuck-up crow struts down a gravel path where I sit in my Merc in the back seat with Marionette we are both disheveled from the reverberations of ..

A rite of passage memory when I was young and free in the sixties' Los Angeles . . .

Just replaying a night of pleasure . . .

This is something very different for me and I don't have the slightest idea where it came from. It just wrote itself. Boggles the mind.

They found her at night sprawled in the alley, Asleep in the Lily of the Valley. Obscene and cold lying flat on her back, And all for hit..

rocky mountain beauty green eyes God made first proportioned everything else complementary Xanadu, my girl of the mountains she had her..