Bad

It is hard to find the right moment.
The right thing.
And the things that might be wrong
Spill out with silly wild emotional abandon.
Will I escape?
Again?
I hope so.
More that even I know.

Sunday Song VIII

My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State
I'm a sergeant out on Perenville barracks No 8
I've always done an honest job honest as I could
Got a brother named Frankie Frankie ain't no good
Ever since we were young kids it's been the same come down
I'd get a call on a short way Frankie's in trouble downtown
But if it was any other man I'd put him straight away
But sometimes when it's your brother you look the other way
Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria
While the band played The Night Of The Johnstown Flood
I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother should
Man turns his back on his family he ain't no good
Well Frankie went into the army back in 1965
I got a farm deferment settled down took Maria for my wife
But them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we's gettin' robbed
Frankie came home in '68 and me I took this job
Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria
While the band played The Night Of The Johnstown Flood
I catch him when he's strayin' teach him how to walk that line
Man turns his back on his family ain't no friend of mine
The night was like any other I got a call bout the quarter of nine
There was trouble at a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
There was a kid on the floor lookin' bad bleedin' hard from his head
There was a girl cryin' at a table it was Frankie she said
I ran out and I jumped in my car then I hit the lights
I must have done about a hundred and ten to Michigan County that night
It was down by the crossroads out bout willow bank
Seen the buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank
Well I chased him through them county roads
Till the sign said Canadian border five miles from here
Pulled over to the south out the highway watched his taillights disappeared
Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria
While the band played The Night Of The Johnstown Flood
I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother should
Man turns his back on his family ain't no good

To all the Dads!

“My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.”

Lay Back and Tell the Tale

Dust between the edges.
Simple traveling stories bring
Voice to the flames at the Crossroads.
Stumped and tied with dozens
Of chances weighing you down.
Frozen bits of dripping fear,
Soon to be yelled at by sobbing droogs
Regretful flies buzzing around
Broken forms of the hesitant.
With the ending plain to see
In the Ink,
Under the soft, slicey, Oh-So-Thin
Skin.

Bright

I feel at peace.
Like I am floating in a cool river.
Nice.
Had a blast at the cottage with the crew.
Our fearless leader brought his jet ski.
A new one for me.
I know. I know.
So secluded.
Well, that happens sometimes
When you spend so much time
In your head.
I wonder what other things I should
Seek out.
Discover the things others take for granted.
I wonder what this peaceful daze
Is leading towards.
Dreams half awake.

He had to put the chainsaw down to get hitched.

Fun times!
To see those you care about move further in life.
And the little guy in a tux.
Too cute.
I was very happy to be able to share in the moment.
With all the family and friends
Together and close.
Those mafia boys can drink.
And their sister, too.
What a party!
Congratulations, my friends.