So I haven't posted on this bad boy since 'Nam and thought I'd do some CPR on this bitch (sorry for the vulgarity, but it felt right).
I have a few things I could post, from life thoughts, to trip writeups, to videos of the moment. Instead, I'll continue from where I left off and post another poem. I wrote this for our good friend Travis and recited it at his birthday party back in January. For all you that are familiar with this character, I think you will enjoy my words:
Oh Travis McMichael
Ray Allen's disciple
Despite a career path estranged
[He] has a J always in range
Whether he's ballin' or burnin' one down.
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Howl (the short version for Lev)
I've seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by rhetoric, deprived of blissful hope, dragging themselves through the pale dawn morning, hoping the black sky will burn away the day.
Oh dear Lev, you eastern block poet, may your words never cease to incite the question, or open lips in soulful needed laughter.
By the way, I'm in the gym, I'm open.
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