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One Hand Armands: How 'bout this?
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A place to let loose the tongue. Saturday, December 10, 2011. I don't want to be. The greatest living Poet. Too much work,. Famous when I'm dead. No pressure, no burn-out,. Plenty of time to relax. I am the poet. With a switchblade corkscrew. I can type faster one-eyed. And one fingered than. Can't write a rhymed poem. To save my loving soul,. But I know the blues. When I feel them. Fame would just come. Between me and the Word. I can't spare time for anything else. Call my agent after I depart,.
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One Hand Armands: December 2011
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A place to let loose the tongue. Thursday, December 22, 2011. A Christmas Card For My Family And Friends. I think most of us hoping for a miracle want one we can witness. We can believe when we see. Lotteries and big payoffs. A negative ( or positive ) on the pregnancy test, an "A" on a final. If we have a wider view we can recognize that the meteor. That finished the Age Of The Dinosaurs was fortunate,. Miraculous in long term. Noah having an ark handy for the Flood. Luck or miracle, I'll take that.
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One Hand Armands: February 2012
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A place to let loose the tongue. Monday, February 13, 2012. Lately, after a glass of wine,. I've been getting reckless. I'll call a woman up. When you did that. And an hour later we hang up. Then there are the dreams of the road. A soul of concrete, a diesel soul,. A twelve speed soul, that’s how I rolled. I hate that it calls and I must. Leave the call unanswered. I have the heart of a Troubadour,. The flesh of a stone. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Tangle Town, Up North, United States.
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One Hand Armands: August 2011
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A place to let loose the tongue. Monday, August 15, 2011. Lock-up Lucy was a Prozac junkie,. A certified ward of the state. She was a main street maiden,. An alley cat hellion. All the cops knew her on sight. She was a cross-eyed vixen. In need of a fixin'. She'd pull out her no string guitar,. And sing like the chorus of Heaven. She works the corner of Main and Market,. Across from One Hand Armand’s,. Links to this post. Friday, August 12, 2011. One Man, One Poet. Not when, not if, not why. Who does big...
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One Hand Armands
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A place to let loose the tongue. Monday, February 13, 2012. Lately, after a glass of wine,. I've been getting reckless. I'll call a woman up. When you did that. And an hour later we hang up. Then there are the dreams of the road. A soul of concrete, a diesel soul,. A twelve speed soul, that’s how I rolled. I hate that it calls and I must. Leave the call unanswered. I have the heart of a Troubadour,. The flesh of a stone. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Tangle Town, Up North, United States.
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One Hand Armands: November 2010
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A place to let loose the tongue. Saturday, November 6, 2010. On most paths in my life. There are places to rest,. Giving me a chance to gather courage. I can resume, or not, as I wish. Not on the trails of pain. I’ll not do those who stumble. Along with me the disservice of claiming. It any further by naming it. There is no place to rest,. No place to turn back to. Yet for all that it is one path,. No one walks it with me. Others on the path see me,. Cry for me, pray for me. So it is that my path. Clothe...
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One Hand Armands
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A place to let loose the tongue. Sunday, November 13, 2011. When the thought of you. So many years wasted,. I hung on every word. I knew the color of your eyes. Well, hearts can be fooled,. Yes and laughter can be lost,. But I can get past even this. Was the holiest act. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Tangle Town, Up North, United States. Everybody needs a place where they can feel safe. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. There was an error in this gadget. Are we there yet?
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One Hand Armands
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A place to let loose the tongue. Tuesday, April 17, 2012. After a bottle of wine,. A little smoke,. With a foolish grin on my face,. I remembered Marie Pinchet. I turn officially old. In two months,. Double nickel, 55. All the oats I've planted. Have long since been gathered. Yet the smell of the marshes,. And the bells of the fishing boats. Foretold a life near water. My one love, the woman. That holds my heart,. Has always been the sea. Like my good friend said once,. Marie, ahh, Marie.
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One Hand Armands: January 2011
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A place to let loose the tongue. Monday, January 10, 2011. Tucson, I remember you as a beautiful city. The roadside stands where you could get a warm beer. And a burrito as big as a football. For a few dollars. The old Pima Indian women making fry bread. Covered in cactus jelly in the shadow of the Spanish Mission. I feel for you in these hours. Great Spirit keep hope in our hearts,. Care for the ones lost and those left to grieve, and please,. Please let us learn a lesson this time. Links to this post.
