SWINGIN’ DICKIN’ WHISKEY DRINKING BLUES JAZZ BLUE GRASS


grass chews freshest in the Junish eyes

screaming my pitness

looks deeper than a chasm than a soul

writing down funny things for a tombstone

before you settle

best open every door for every knock

i am thinking about

saying hello

what i put in my blood is my own business

and business is poem

easy

as laying down in the sun