“#26”
So Monday's heart fell Down blind. It's a lonely Thing to find despair hanging. Coming away hurting. -for Corrine-
-K-
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-
Voodooshooter 