Life For Sale By Owner
take away sale
you want it you got it
no strings
Some they say
it would be nice in these shoes
well
walk a mile
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About Me
- Dale Hunt
- He's become comfortable in that ol' civil war jacket. What would compliment that mess of hair? A sage cigarette, a bottle in his hand and a book in his pocket. A hobo at heart a drunk by night and a rambling pain. Tired and old before his time. Studying the greats Bukowski, Tom Waits William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson, Kerouac and John Steinbeck. Drinking Brandy and Cockspur rum from the bottle. Hiding down South for the winter months running from the cold and consequence.
2 comments:
don't worry about leaving a little room for despair, it sneaks in like an dog hair scratching at your nose
i like your prose
there is no mile to walk
we pretend it s all good
fuck the shoes
goddammit to hell
do it on your own legs
the shoes are worn through
anyway
tell me
do you have a crooked
tree picked out
overlooking the valley
as the days run shorter
as the haze gets lower
we please the mountains
finding their secrets
the beauty overtaking
our sorrow
hallelujah
besides
there is no trusting
anyone with out a tree
picked out
thats what
makes us brothers.
underswansea
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