| By Terryl Wheat It's been cold, Yeah, real cold, under deceptive blue skies and sun shine still joggin' mind ruts train tracks and slap stick damned drentched and soaking wet mysterious muddy shoes in the morning and a fourth of wild turkey in the toilet the two beers will stick around haven't known a cigarette for a while now happy, if lucky, in spurts Dharma talks we all talk of ever after of re-returning to and from the earth dharma talks to much sometimes we all have to go to and fro the tree branches bending and breaking in the cold winds that are only getting colder the cycles we ride around get hit and hit the ground and i've seen bluer days today is just another blue after noon of December blues and dharma blues of fig tree blues and flooding the earth blues of small town blues and park blues of memory and nostalgic blues of big city blues of cocaine, coffeehouse, and bar blues of bass beat baby blues of scrapin' each dime blues just to get high blues blow it all for blow blow blues downtown drum-bound off beat any fuckin' shade of blue for your life too precious a gift now gone painted on the silver lining is weather beaten to white i'm dreaming of a passing winter where the cherry blossoms wilt nawh never when you hear the big blue tune boom you will know then that i have shot the moon. 
Photograph by Lynn Crounse #8 By Terryl Wheat The work will never end unless we die bloodshot eyes don't they remind that sleep is a luxury of our time if you ask me how I'm doing I'll tell you I'm doing fine this is modern life this is the American lie all right, alright ask me how I'm doing and I'll tell you working because I'm working alright and we're all alright, alright? no time for play, games, eat your sugar but not the spice harden yourself this is the American lie trials and trails and time's too stressed out time to stress out time to take it out on another who sails the same sea attack another captain commandeer his dreams stress out stressed out now i'm pressed out pressed for time to earn the dime for an up class abode alright? the work will never end unless we die bloodshot eyes don't they remind that sleep is a luxury of our times if you ask me how I'm doing I'll tell you I'm doing fine 
Glass Heart by Rosario Romero #4 By Terryl Wheat Heaven is in the Hills Hell was once, but since I have forgotten... Screw Hole scars and unhinged Where paint chips off paint is chipped off The walls, door frames, and doors, But this house is old and will collapse into silence serenity surrenders to smoldering embers sometimes in September the change is not just the weather unfettered regards for whatevers and should have known should have known to have known him better He rode off into rain turned to snow when Sacramento's winter was in its final throws when the shit crescendo blasted out windows where words failed He rode off into rain turned to snow Adventures to come Adventures to go And I guess I should have kissed you then so long ago. 
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