 political graffiti – foto by smith this is from 1993, and is perhaps my most poetic poem – the sounds slither. one of three poems of mine included in this year’s Cleveland Poetry Scenes – A Panorama and Anthology Alone This Train I look to pain to gain Alone this train You briefcased fellows Hurried waters sleek in sinning This land is long, and lost in shadow  striking teachers tent – foto by smith |
you silver tongued devil…
part of kris kristofferson and Silver Tongued Devil – 1971
I sat myself down by a tender young maiden
Who’s eyes were as dark as her hair
And while I was searching from bottle to bottle
For something un-foolish to say
That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows
And smilingly stole her away
Refrain:
I said girl don’t you know he’s a devil
He’s everything that I ain’t
Hiding intentions of evil under the smile of a saint
All he’s good for is getting in trouble
And slipping his share of the blame
And some people swear he’s my double
And some even say we’re the same
But the silver-tongued devil’s got nothing to lose
And I’ll only live ’till I die
We take our own chances and pay our own dues
The silver tounged devil and I