Four Line Blues Poems

“3”

Leaving work.  Taking my dollar bottle
On down the street.  I gambled 
A suitcase of sorrow.  Gonna put
My past hurting on the shelf.

-K-

Four Line Blues Poems

“12”

Friday night gambled on being gone.
Monday morning pay the aching empty.
Where have I put my lost tomorrows?
Highway gone-stole my yesterdays.

-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-

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