Four Line Blues Poems

“2”

Sunday's tears blame Friday's crazy.
Monday's prison tomorrow.
I feel despair knowing this whiskey
From town is where the Preacher been. 

-K-

Four Line Blues Poems

“1”

I cried a sweet lonesome letter before morning.
Goodbye doctor bills.  Gonna face the 
Deep life. Feeling sick drink trouble.
An aching hearted nobody.

-K-

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