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Cajun Summer

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A breeze from the bayou
Drifts in through
The bedroom window
My skin feels all stretched
Out of shape
And every way I turn
The sheets are hot
And tangled

Robby Robertson is
Singing in the background
Haunting me with his
Sexy raspy voice
Taking me with him
Somewhere Down the
Crazy River

Feelings play along the
Surface of my skin
Like my own St. Elmo’s Fire
And I burn hot enough to
Satisfy the harshest critic

Wind chimes ring out
Through the warm sultry night
This summer is burning
A hole in my heart
And I wonder

How many summers
Are left to me
This time around
And how did I end up here
Tired and broke and
Never more completely
On my own

They call it the Big Easy
But that’s a lie


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On My Own Mortality

 

winter_night-wallpaper-800x600Death holds me
In its sway
As sure as ever
It holds kings
And CEOs and
Other famous folk

Death has no
Favorites
There are no
Golden boys
Or girls
It’s proven fact

And I have
Learned
To live
With that
Most of
The time

But please
Come not
For me today
It is so lovely
Take me on
A cloudy day

Or when the
Rain pours down
Or maybe
It could wait
Till spring
Or even summer

Still I would
Not want
To die in
Autumn
When the fire
Is on the trees

It must be in
The winter then
If it must be
Or maybe
We could strike
A deal

Perhaps I’m
Not quite
So blasé
About it all
As I had
Thought