White Flag Considered 

My town car died two thousand nine.          

One month and a day after Danny passed.         

Gone, too, was this old life mine.           

Thrown to the curb. Run out of gas.

Lost my woman. Lost my brother.          

Lost my purpose. Lost my mind.          

I closed one eye and opened the other         

But the one eye opened was cheap glass blind.

So I tripped back where the trouble started

Hoping to find what some call truth. 

But my efforts left me broken hearted  

With a long, dull ache bad as a rotten tooth. 

I do not want my future days             

To haunt me in the same old ways   

My past has come to haunt me now.           

I’ll find a different path some how.

What’s that you say? Tell me again.           

To triumph, one must surrender?           

 One must surrender to win?

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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5 Responses to White Flag Considered 

  1. I can imagine a performance artist interpreting this. Haunting.

  2. That is so good. So real. I do a regular feature JoeFingas where I go see what other folks are doing on their sites and then write about it.
    This week it is called Pop In: Sunday Blog Visits, and I am including your website. Love your work.

  3. Pingback: Pop In: Sunday Blog Visits | JoHanna Massey

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