For Jack

greg skidmore
The road was an unfolding
scroll of poetry.
Stop the bleeding.
Make love
Not war.
See Gerard
Sober up
Big Sur
Sylvia, I'm hemorrhaging
Don't let me die
In Florida.
I never grew old
but wanted only
to read, think and write.
Right, not to be a monkey
for money
or a clown
for your entertainment.
Let me tell stories
the lies of my life
and the truth of it all.
Stop the bleeding.

Published by greg skidmore

30 years a professional chef now retired and involved in commentary, creative writing and all things lyrical  View profile

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