Sometimes you meet a poet with a pack of Italian wine and I suggest you follow him through the gray streets towards black and white and engage the minerals and acid to find the trick of the yellow submarine.
the poet is Sir Francis Kirk and the wine that matters is his too. Google and buy the book of poems… Later I will have the link. It’s called Mushmoon.
I married Isis on the fifth day of May, but I could not hold on to her very long…
Dudes
eat drink be merry….tomorrow Dylan may steal your gal…or wouldn’t you just let him dance with her and be honored?
The entorage had the notion to try all the best fried chicken in the city and have a Million Dollar Bash on sweet JUDY Judy judy’s roof…We had downtown, Korean, Mid Town and Uptown in the house….damn its hard to decide what’s best, but Dirty Bird rather rocks.