Here are a few from my notebook that I thought I would share with you.
sent from my iPhoneA reference to autocorrect shenanigans, obviously.
hence may contain some words that
I wonder if IYes, I can.
can write a poem about
my black-and-white socks
softer hands holdingSomebody, somewhere.
me, hopelessly beautiful
but I never asked
we moved away fromUpward mobility!
and threadbare towels
fat tires revolveThe joys of riding on crushed limestone trails.
crushed rock harmonizes with
my contented sigh
man is appointedKerouac was hard-hearted?
to die once and face judgement
so it goes, he says
silvery blue tonesDevin Townsend used D'Addario strings because they sound "more silver and blue and less.....purple."
gracious curves on the fretboard
fingers flying up
hands on a glass doorSomewhere between the paintings of Hopper and Pearlstein.
soft face weeping in sunlight
love stands on the porch
drip drip drip drip dripAdmittedly juvenile, this one is redeemed by being able to read the first line in whatever meter you want. Jazz, man.
jazz gig in a urinal