another block of black.A Poem by Boyd Johnson
the peace of old suns & seasons gone that peace the pieces gone past did any of them deliver what id swore they promised to? did she try to take the drink from me? could it have been so simple a thing? another block of black ill never know shell never tell was her purported peace any lesser or greater than any other promise ive made on someone elses behalf? suns & seasons of old she always was a wintertime feeling spring is here the sun is rising i cast off that which has befouled my mind i dont know what I said but i can guess Rise & Fall. an old friend. a dead season. youve played your part. youve played your part. © 2008 Boyd Johnson
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Added on March 27, 2008 AuthorBoyd Johnsonthe great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NYAbouta freak. an outlaw. a hot piece. -j.m. a hometown boy who loves the hudson, his drink, and his hat. hiding under the train tracks, with a bottle of irish moonshine, toasting to it slipping thro.. more..Writing
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