If I could
write
in the hand of
Baudelaire, the
beautiful Alexandra
might
love me.
If I could
even pretend
to pen an
ode
then I would
write one
for the passing
away of
a creaking
wooden bridge
named Bono.
A real bridge
not the U2 guy.
If the sun
keeps on
shining,
I may write
a poem and
clear my head.
If I could
think clear
even for a moment
I would know
I needed
another drink,
with a little ice.
I'm glad you're still updating, because I came by your book "Hookers, Ex-Wives and Other Lovers" by chance, and I really love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ashley, I am sorry that I have let the blog get a little slow but if you would like a copy of my new book here is a link .http://www.amazon.com/Trailer-Park-Troubadour-Justin-Booth/dp/1493677225/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1384909166&sr=8-1&keywords=trailer+park+poetry+booth
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