Sunday, July 31, 2022

365 7/31

 


Sunday morning, skeleton tree
Pressed against the sky 
A jittery TV 
Glowing white like fire

365 7/30

 


Oh, but it's hard to live by the rules
I never could and still never do 
The rules and such never bothered you
You call the shots and they follow

Friday, July 29, 2022

Saturday, July 23, 2022

365 7/23

 


Some are born to peace and joy
And some are born to sorrow
But only for a day as we
Shall not be here tomorrow

365 7/22

 


Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear
old town,

Friday, July 22, 2022

365 7/21

 


And I know that I'm a sinner
I'm going to die here in the cold
I said yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

365 7/20

 


Last year I went fishing with Salvador Dali.
He was using a dotted line.
He caught every other fish.

Thursday, July 21, 2022

365 7/19


I'm not here to change anybody.  Or tell anybody what's best for them.
I know why the sun is out today.  Because yesterday it rained. 

Tuesday, July 19, 2022

365 7/16

 


For he would be thinking of love 
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon

365 7/15

 


What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong, feelin' like I don't belong 
Walkin' around, some kind of lonely clown

Sunday, July 17, 2022

Wednesday, July 13, 2022

365 7/4

 


So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home 

365 7/3

 


Car broken down.  Everything quiet.  Hope to be back Thursday.
A picture-postcard is a symptom of loneliness.