Flaming red hair, burning, yearning.
A vibrant dress of colors that...

He left his wife,
He left his job...

If life was fair
I would have hair...

In the closet with your skeletons and skirts,
Clandestinely 'Cage aux folles...

If the sun shines on the Righteous,
Why does it always seem to rain at funerals...

Nothing to push, nothing to sell,
No wringing hands, just ring the bells...

She's my Marilyn.
Not his...

Here comes the moral
Ten years in a bottle...

Fledgling waves massage and calm this weary...
Lapping, clapping,laughing...

My guitar is out of sorts today
While I am out of tune...

Night rain on leaf
paternal maternal lullaby...

Rock n' Roll poetry is like zen, wrapped up in...
Rock n' Roll poetry screams and rages against the...