YESTERDAY

 

WEDNESDAY

Hazard is such a small city

Cleaning up old builds of life

I was doing over my mobile home

When I received some cold papers

from my sergeant at Utah beach

THURSDAY

Memory fields forever move to roads

My big jazzy gun scrambling on four wheels

As I drove myself in a human jerk of yes or no

I felt the whole wonderful world was behind me

FRIDAY

A hold of happy hours at hand

Around in nowhere

Except streets, a crowd

And that sweet days stick

I fell in a six feet pants

YESTERDAY

My bonnet wad died

 

 

 

 [Illustrated by BSK]