<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313</id><updated>2024-08-29T21:10:46.087-07:00</updated><category term="lyrical poetry"/><category term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Bohemian Wind</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a first collection of poems and images by Graham Zachary Becker.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-2487292336979112027</id><published>2011-01-22T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:54:41.542-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>With You</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m in a smokey groove again&lt;br /&gt;
Swirling around my head&lt;br /&gt;
Sweet dreams I&#39;ve had&lt;br /&gt;
of you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Long to deepen my soul&lt;br /&gt;
Know the unknown&lt;br /&gt;
and let it go&lt;br /&gt;
with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With you&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m arisin from a humble start&lt;br /&gt;
With you&lt;br /&gt;
the journey doesn&#39;t seem so hard&lt;br /&gt;
With you&lt;br /&gt;
I pull together when it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;
All with you&lt;br /&gt;
All with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
You open me wide&lt;br /&gt;
to the love inside&lt;br /&gt;
of you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You soften my heart&lt;br /&gt;
You soften the scars&lt;br /&gt;
I can reach for the stars&lt;br /&gt;
with you</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/2487292336979112027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/2487292336979112027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/2487292336979112027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/with-you.html' title='With You'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-8398084542807430122</id><published>2011-01-22T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T14:01:17.268-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Summer Night</title><content type='html'>Summer hit L.A. like a blastfire&lt;br /&gt;
Burning shadows into the street&lt;br /&gt;
Beads of sweat sparkled in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;
And fell around my feet&lt;br /&gt;
I was flashin back on the star I could&#39;ve been&lt;br /&gt;
And I smiled cos out here even the losers win&lt;br /&gt;
On a summer night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The village shifts it into high gear&lt;br /&gt;
Her neon make-up on&lt;br /&gt;
A coat of midnight paints the sky&lt;br /&gt;
keeps the faith til dawn&lt;br /&gt;
Molten metal mashin up the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;
While feral foxes fashion-up soft and hard&lt;br /&gt;
On a summer night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Passions flash into the heavens tonite&lt;br /&gt;
Every street heartbeat&#39;s on fire&lt;br /&gt;
The city explodes as your sense ignite&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re a loose and lithe livewire&lt;br /&gt;
On&amp;nbsp;a summer night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Connections are charged in a corner&lt;br /&gt;
Secrets slip into the dark&lt;br /&gt;
Lovers lured&amp;nbsp;into a moment&lt;br /&gt;
Share soul-synaptic sparks&lt;br /&gt;
From Highway 1 on up to Blue Jay Way&lt;br /&gt;
L.A. relents to get her way&lt;br /&gt;
On a summer night</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/8398084542807430122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/summer-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/8398084542807430122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/8398084542807430122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/summer-night.html' title='Summer Night'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-8351172930022733544</id><published>2011-01-22T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T14:00:00.464-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Change of Fortune</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m on this train&lt;br /&gt;
Mississippi Delta track&lt;br /&gt;
Full speed ahead&lt;br /&gt;
no time to be lookin back&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m on this train&lt;br /&gt;
Hey conductor man&lt;br /&gt;
It took every cent I had&lt;br /&gt;
to buy this ticket to the promised land&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gonna find my place in the sun&lt;br /&gt;
Ain&#39;t gonna spend my life on the run&lt;br /&gt;
Find a girl with a smile in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;
and maybe a little wild&lt;br /&gt;
Make me feel like a man&lt;br /&gt;
with the heart of a child&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m on this train&lt;br /&gt;
Sixteen coaches long&lt;br /&gt;
In a driving refrain&lt;br /&gt;
The steel sings her song&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m on this train&lt;br /&gt;
Engineer stokin coal&lt;br /&gt;
While a full moon rises&lt;br /&gt;
over a Mississippi riverboat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t wanna be a ramblin man&lt;br /&gt;
Gotta get to be the best that I can&lt;br /&gt;
Change of fortune comin up around the bend&lt;br /&gt;
Gonna wake up in your arms and feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m on this train&lt;br /&gt;
Lightning cracks the sky&lt;br /&gt;
Locomotive thunder&lt;br /&gt;
bends in the wind&amp;nbsp;as the whitle cries&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m on this train&lt;br /&gt;
smokestack chokin black&lt;br /&gt;
A crosstie walker scurries across the track</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/8351172930022733544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/change-of-fortune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/8351172930022733544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/8351172930022733544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/change-of-fortune.html' title='Change of Fortune'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-3025302870657577328</id><published>2011-01-22T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:58:41.318-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Freedom&#39;s Sound</title><content type='html'>Entrenched in tightrope trestles&lt;br /&gt;
testing all my love and faith&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve rushed to save my brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;
prayin I wasn&#39;t too late&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been wounded deep in battle&lt;br /&gt;
fearin no escape&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;ve thought of a million ways&lt;br /&gt;
to disappear without a trace&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve cursed my heart out at these four walls&lt;br /&gt;
as I disconnected my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve stared for hours at the way I&#39;ve changed&lt;br /&gt;
wonderin what it means&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m a better soul for knowin&lt;br /&gt;
I can stand up for what I believe&lt;br /&gt;
Cos you can count on the lies to keep growin&lt;br /&gt;
when truth&#39;s a casualty&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your heartbeat on my chest - Freedom&#39;s sound&lt;br /&gt;
Soft whispers in the night - Freedom&#39;s sound&lt;br /&gt;
Sweet laughter in the sun - Freedom&#39;s sound&lt;br /&gt;
Song of love, I&#39;m so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;
I love you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I&#39;m dreamin &#39;bout you darlin&lt;br /&gt;
the only way I can get you here&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m wonderin will you feel like I do&lt;br /&gt;
when again I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;
Will we share the spark within us&lt;br /&gt;
til we tremble all inside?&lt;br /&gt;
Will it still be the love I remember&lt;br /&gt;
A love we couldn&#39;t hide?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve written letters to you&lt;br /&gt;
from myheart up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;
Hard to think I could live without you&lt;br /&gt;
I hope I don&#39;t have to try&lt;br /&gt;
Cos you&#39;re the one I&#39;m living for&lt;br /&gt;
and when the battle lines are drawn&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll be right there beside you&lt;br /&gt;
ready to take the world on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And the world will see a man&lt;br /&gt;
rising up to do the best that he can&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;ll walk ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your heartbeat on my chest - Freedom&#39;s sound&lt;br /&gt;
Soft whispers in the night - Freedom&#39;s sound&lt;br /&gt;
Sweet laughter in the sun - Freedom&#39;s sound&lt;br /&gt;
Song of love, I&#39;m so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;
I love you</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/3025302870657577328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/freedoms-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/3025302870657577328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/3025302870657577328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/freedoms-sound.html' title='Freedom&#39;s Sound'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-5061311746124777725</id><published>2011-01-22T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:56:38.013-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Lay to Rest</title><content type='html'>Street wolves roll out tonight&lt;br /&gt;
Razorwire fingers pulled tight&lt;br /&gt;
Angry young moon hangs in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
Stares down on the battle lines&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leather cradles weathered steel&lt;br /&gt;
Hushed shadows hold what the night conceals&lt;br /&gt;
Skittish nervous eyes, the kind you feel&lt;br /&gt;
As fate waits to feast on its next meal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wild winds whip echoes off their feet&lt;br /&gt;
Staccato fire freezes time in the heat&lt;br /&gt;
Burning rubber bleeds into a dark retreat&lt;br /&gt;
As sirens scorch the skin off&amp;nbsp;a llister street&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Storied stones hewn by hell&#39;s own hands&lt;br /&gt;
Another mother&#39;s soul can&#39;t understand&lt;br /&gt;
Tears rain down on pallbearers&#39; hands&lt;br /&gt;
That lay to rest another child&lt;br /&gt;
yet another child&lt;br /&gt;
of a woman and man</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/5061311746124777725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/lay-to-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/5061311746124777725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/5061311746124777725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/lay-to-rest.html' title='Lay to Rest'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-5755732048469501641</id><published>2011-01-22T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:54:41.544-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Tears of Rain</title><content type='html'>She follows tears of rain&lt;br /&gt;
down a crying window pain&lt;br /&gt;
and with a longing touch&lt;br /&gt;
slowly spells a name&lt;br /&gt;
But like footprints on the shore&lt;br /&gt;
the name vanishes in the pour&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes clench to swallow th pain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the curtain comes down&lt;br /&gt;
on this twisted trampled town&lt;br /&gt;
the sun gives up what the night has won&lt;br /&gt;
A changing flow of faces&lt;br /&gt;
carry thick shadowy traces&lt;br /&gt;
of who they were, where they came from&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody lives the hurt one day&lt;br /&gt;
and a broken heart&#39;s scar never fades away&lt;br /&gt;
when memories drift in a satellite fade&lt;br /&gt;
carrying dreams light years away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The night is thirsty and drinks til it&#39;s bursting&lt;br /&gt;
from the well her soul&#39;s filled up with tears&lt;br /&gt;
Her fingers grip and won&#39;t let go&lt;br /&gt;
holding on to what she doesn&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
when you&#39;re alone&lt;br /&gt;
you face or&lt;br /&gt;
follow&lt;br /&gt;
your&lt;br /&gt;
fears</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/5755732048469501641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/tears-of-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/5755732048469501641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/5755732048469501641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/tears-of-rain.html' title='Tears of Rain'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-2576687256517455650</id><published>2011-01-22T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:48:13.877-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Losing You</title><content type='html'>Well I&#39;m sittin on my stupid phone wonderin if it&#39;ll sing&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m thinkin who I could call and would my mood mean anything&lt;br /&gt;
The weather&#39;s warm and sunny, it&#39;s a California Dream&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;m still in last night&#39;s clothes and I haven&#39;t brushed my teeth&lt;br /&gt;
I think I&#39;m losing you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Y&#39;know I&#39;m peering into my microwave wonderin what to nuke&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m think &#39;bout my music and I might as well burn that book&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m feeling a little uneasy cos my hat&#39;s still at the bar&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t really know how I got home or how I let it get&lt;br /&gt;
Let it get this far&lt;br /&gt;
Y&#39;know I&#39;m losing you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Up all night&lt;br /&gt;
down all day&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m losing you&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve lost my way&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m losing you&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m in too deep&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t get up&lt;br /&gt;
Can&#39;t get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well my eyes are glued to the tv but the set&#39;s not turned on&lt;br /&gt;
And the cigarette in my coffee cup looks just like my front lawn&lt;br /&gt;
My Rolling Stone calendar is a month or two behind&lt;br /&gt;
And these stacks of unread papers and mail are just littering&lt;br /&gt;
My state of mind&lt;br /&gt;
Y&#39;know I&#39;m losing you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I&#39;m staring up at the ceiling, all I see are Rorschach stains&lt;br /&gt;
My cat is perched upon some recent midnight snack remains&lt;br /&gt;
My fridge door&#39;s flug open where a warm beer waits for me&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;m sinkin in my sofa, think I&#39;ll drift on back&lt;br /&gt;
Drift on back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
Y&#39;know I&#39;m losing you</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/2576687256517455650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/losing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/2576687256517455650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/2576687256517455650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/losing-you.html' title='Losing You'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-658263910649525167</id><published>2011-01-22T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:36:00.718-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>How You Can Dance</title><content type='html'>You can&lt;br /&gt;
launch your missiles&lt;br /&gt;
and you can&lt;br /&gt;
fire your guns&lt;br /&gt;
Pick off the little ones&lt;br /&gt;
and then&lt;br /&gt;
laugh as they run&lt;br /&gt;
You can send the weather underground&lt;br /&gt;
How you can dance&lt;br /&gt;
How you can dance all night long&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can&lt;br /&gt;
hide inside&lt;br /&gt;
with all of your&lt;br /&gt;
paper gods&lt;br /&gt;
who speak in silence&lt;br /&gt;
with omniscient nods&lt;br /&gt;
You bleed the earth I cry the sky&lt;br /&gt;
How you can dance&lt;br /&gt;
How you can dance all night long&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s always&lt;br /&gt;
something else&lt;br /&gt;
that you look&lt;br /&gt;
like you&#39;re doin&lt;br /&gt;
You pick your teeth&lt;br /&gt;
as you leave&lt;br /&gt;
hell in ruin&lt;br /&gt;
You push the poison, kill the cure&lt;br /&gt;
How you can dance&lt;br /&gt;
How you can dance all night long&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can&lt;br /&gt;
market temptation&lt;br /&gt;
and you can&lt;br /&gt;
sell your face&lt;br /&gt;
You can say &#39;thats&#39;s business&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
as you&lt;br /&gt;
hawk your faith&lt;br /&gt;
Avaricious&amp;nbsp; seething&amp;nbsp; sycophants&lt;br /&gt;
How you can dance&lt;br /&gt;
How you can dance all night long</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/658263910649525167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-you-can-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/658263910649525167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/658263910649525167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-you-can-dance.html' title='How You Can Dance'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-6247953503284352192</id><published>2011-01-12T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:53:07.461-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Killing Time</title><content type='html'>His web spreads like fire on gasoline&lt;br /&gt;
As jack smack attacks from his limousine&lt;br /&gt;
Words roll like pearls off a silver tongue&lt;br /&gt;
As he milks the blood of the lonely lost and young&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#39;s a slithering leathered lizard king&lt;br /&gt;
A vaporous smile his prose a cold hard drink&lt;br /&gt;
Venomous verse poised in a poison quill&lt;br /&gt;
As the devil finds another empty heart to fill&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As night seeks sanctuary from the day&lt;br /&gt;
Crooked creatures crimp in a poet&#39;s parade&lt;br /&gt;
Blue moons entombed&amp;nbsp;in gutter pools&lt;br /&gt;
Where&amp;nbsp;shattered dreams&amp;nbsp;scatter like&amp;nbsp;jagged jewels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The city shines down from&amp;nbsp;a penthouse suite&lt;br /&gt;
While long legs linger under satin sheets&lt;br /&gt;
Fingers of gold paint pretty white lines&lt;br /&gt;
Thrilled to kill just killing time</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/6247953503284352192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/killing-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/6247953503284352192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/6247953503284352192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/killing-time.html' title='Killing Time'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-7802049023580632260</id><published>2011-01-06T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:59:14.014-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Fire Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Burning down devil highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;spitfire wind in my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You&#39;re either goin my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;or I don&#39;t care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Foot to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Got my head in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t know what I&#39;ve lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t know what I&#39;ll find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m nothin more than a rolling stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Rollin down that road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Tumble into a tombstone town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;a dusty drop to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sunburst stiletto silhouette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Godiva hair to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Like a tarantino movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;or ripped outta frankie miller&#39;s head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;comes&amp;nbsp;the yearning, burning and the fury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;when your heart hangs by a thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;No more can I fly away home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m buryin yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;stone by stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Blackbirds brush the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I lift my face to the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Earth souls arising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;in the shadows of another dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Through the oceans of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Across the rivers of mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m in an existential storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;an emotional flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;On the edge of&amp;nbsp;being and nothingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just another Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;no more no less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7802049023580632260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-joe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/7802049023580632260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/7802049023580632260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-joe.html' title='Fire Wind'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-7300275596477246361</id><published>2011-01-05T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:54:41.546-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Pocket Hole</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m alone When the sun burns down&lt;br /&gt;
and the moon crawls up&lt;br /&gt;
upside down&lt;br /&gt;
Wary eyes&lt;br /&gt;
follow whispered thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m in a fishbowl&lt;br /&gt;
lookin out at broken dots&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m alone, so alone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a crowd&lt;br /&gt;
so anonymous&lt;br /&gt;
No you no me&lt;br /&gt;
No we no us&lt;br /&gt;
Adrift at sea where I&lt;br /&gt;
drink in the ink&lt;br /&gt;
of darkened dreams&lt;br /&gt;
into which I sink&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m alone so alone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pyramid of pain&lt;br /&gt;
sepulchre shadows crawlin&lt;br /&gt;
over love&#39;s remains&lt;br /&gt;
and through the tears for the fallen&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes ablaze with the sun&lt;br /&gt;
in my ascent from the ground&lt;br /&gt;
My world explodes around me&lt;br /&gt;
but I can&#39;t hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m alone so alone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pocket holes&lt;br /&gt;
Got my shufflin shoes&lt;br /&gt;
My soul is the toll, to choose is to lose&lt;br /&gt;
No roots no wings,&amp;nbsp;a pauper&#39;s stone&lt;br /&gt;
To live is to die here, you come and go it alone&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m alone so alone</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7300275596477246361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/pocket-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/7300275596477246361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/7300275596477246361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/pocket-hole.html' title='Pocket Hole'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-1301514997164640176</id><published>2011-01-03T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T14:05:38.111-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Carrion Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She wakes up in the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;sound of thunder and rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She prays silently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&#39;Dear Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;wash away this pain&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There&#39;s a man lyin next to her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;a&amp;nbsp;man she used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now she wouldn&#39;t miss him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;one damn day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;if they found him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;head-first in a hole, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;boots pushin up ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;in this dirty little town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Her brown skin is glistening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;under an in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;cendiary sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The wind barely whispers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;through where her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;imagination runs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In this town with no secrets, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;where there&#39;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;litlle more than regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The sun torches a setting sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;smoldering cigarette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;burning down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;on this dirty little town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This carrion town is picked to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Stranger beware: be a rolling stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Like shifting shadows people shuffle the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Where hands are soiled and eyes rarely meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If wishes had wings no one would ever be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;in this dirty little town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Like cactus water, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;her heart&#39;s defended by thorns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A town so dark no light gets out, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;o chance to be reborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Crescent moon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;a scythe in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The Big Dipper pours its tears tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If it wasn&#39;t for the sand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;we&#39;d all drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;in this dirty little town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As she sinks into her bed at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;a wicked wind&#39;s on the rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She falls into a restless dream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;filled with longing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and filled with lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;No one&amp;nbsp;reaps redemption here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and damn even, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;hell ain&#39;t no escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;from a desperate past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;she can&#39;t bury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;where yesterday is scraped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;off the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;of this dirty little town&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/1301514997164640176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/carrion-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/1301514997164640176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/1301514997164640176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/carrion-town.html' title='Carrion Town'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-2230025468522835286</id><published>2011-01-02T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:33:46.317-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Thin Man</title><content type='html'>6:00am my brain gets the call&lt;br /&gt;
6:03 shitshaveshower down the hall&lt;br /&gt;
6:09 I jump into my shoes&lt;br /&gt;
Suck down raw eggs and coffee&lt;br /&gt;
try to swallow the headline news&lt;br /&gt;
Well I&#39;ve advertised and&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve bought and sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;
Been branded stranded and&lt;br /&gt;
slingshot out the door&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Traffic jams the city down my throat&lt;br /&gt;
It starts to rain and I forgot my coat&lt;br /&gt;
Skid into work no time to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;
As I smoke another cigarette to death&lt;br /&gt;
Time&#39;s a freight train and I&#39;m tied to the tracks&lt;br /&gt;
Yet another line of cocaine snaps me back&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One more twisted tourniquet of fate&lt;br /&gt;
Call my wife and tell her I&#39;ll be late - again&lt;br /&gt;
Punch into a red-eye for the other coast&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m manic panicked frantic psycho toast&lt;br /&gt;
On splayed nerves spelunking into the brink&lt;br /&gt;
Can&#39;t breathe to exhale or shut my eyes to blink&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just another cog inside a cage&lt;br /&gt;
Driven to the edge of another day of rage&lt;br /&gt;
Sad ballad of a thin man makin big fish fat&lt;br /&gt;
To see them all suck for air y&#39;know I wouldn&#39;t wish that&lt;br /&gt;
(if they&#39;d just leavemethefuckalone)&lt;br /&gt;
Boss monkeys chatter and shatter what&#39;s left of me&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m a dead man walkin, stalkin obscurity</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/2230025468522835286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/thin-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/2230025468522835286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/2230025468522835286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/thin-man.html' title='Thin Man'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464561728691109313.post-5430215310952920775</id><published>2011-01-01T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:13:24.218-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrical poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Bohemian Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;A soul paused by the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;wrestles a heavy load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Steerin away from town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;starin hard at the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;A lifetime in war-grey eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;hangin on a drifter&#39;s bedraggled bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Like a wildcat&#39;s dervish cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;a bohemian wind blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Young boy kickin stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;roams down the road alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Climbs into an old oak tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;and dreams of who he might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Sends his best coyote howl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;through the branches weathered hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Counts the angels in the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;in a shadow box dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Down the road where the angels know your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Down the road where the devil knows the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Down the road where it bends into the brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Down the road where it ends at the bluffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Down that road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;We&#39;re all blowin down that road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Woman draws the curtains back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;in the kitchen of her shamble shack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Peers through a broken window pane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;at a stranger with his dog and cane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;A traveller shades the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;from noonday summer eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;In the distance conejo run into the sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Dog flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Mad river runnin hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;silver-blood moon on guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Resigned just to be inseperably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;riders to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Our path is but a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;the rising tide, well, it knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Visitors all, you and me, as we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;ebb and flow&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/feeds/5430215310952920775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/bohemian-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/5430215310952920775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464561728691109313/posts/default/5430215310952920775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrybohemianwind.blogspot.com/2011/01/bohemian-wind.html' title='Bohemian Wind'/><author><name>Graham Becker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591548836652674134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wsP6Jf-xD8ySG19NO6AJdF9yEf_GaEAQSBtj0RrlQkwgE9jVA7lCyw8nDSLx-DS7Bh3Kv5J6g7x-0BvIMiDSxiLWCDzAF3UuiscXDaKHMcRlD2O-ET-ODmoHRrbZDw/s113/photo-1534030819-e584013b0531.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>