Not drinking and driving
not shucking and jiving
Aware with your mind
you body will find
That bright spot
That left me in a coma
I miss that time.
I hope this is about the joy in past...wakeful love, I mean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is being run over by a fifty five buick in sixty two in southern california, , , Now I feel the pain...like jet lag I guess. I guess only the good die young...but define young,