come find me in the valley.
something told me.
here we go again.
weird young the end.
pineapple goodbye.
peacock goodbye.
this is the way up river.
the bar closes.
with hatchets.
and I retire to the foyer of found families.
I am beautifully poor.
behind God's back.
seems like yesterday.
magazines read.
find your own war to grieve.
now TV drunk.
with something of love.
trying.
hard.
always short poems for long lives.