This is it

The blue sky dabbed with clouds

And cars passing steady stream on the street

I remember when Sunday’s outside were as quiet as I am inside


My spirit is




There is no more fight in me…

Even if I have to say the same thing over and over again…

I will say it without reservation because

It’s the only thing on my mind

And it must be said over and over till it’s nothing but spittle on my lips and chin whiskers requiring a wash cloth to wipe me clean…

Say it…

Live it…

Give it


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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