Takayama cold
Stumble from karaoke bar
Snow is everywhere
Takayama cold
Stumble from karaoke bar
Snow is everywhere
Stop! Take look around
You are riding train round and round
Peace never found
Great Smoky Mountains
Old cabin by the river
Our nest for winter
Tried to play the game
System rigged to keep all in chains
When symphony stops
I see just crushed toy blocks
Dreams submerged in swamp to rot
Small shack with tin roof
Heavy tropical rainstorm
Will sleep well tonight
Tranquility
Every time I look at Buddha
I feel so happy
Shake Shake up the trees
Go out live life with energy
Then no regrets
Social Media
Like being in a jungle
From comfort of desk
She is just like me
Block out hurt permanently
Our way to survive
Backpack pair of boots
Bought around world ticket
Will not be home soon
Robots take most jobs
Workers unemployed will starve
Who will control mobs?
Patpong
Cowboy Soi
Dance go go how employed
Four thousand Thai Baht
Farang sleep with me I’m hot
Left farm to hustle streets Bangkok
South Equator sun
Tan on beach skin feels so tight
We make love all night
Recycle the bin
What information is chosen?
Keep the minds frozen
We are alone
Late-night in Atlantic Ocean
Love no longer torn
Polished marble floor
We danced tango once more
Then left separate doors
Pulling net from sea
His weather-beaten face
displayed
simplicity
You’re the greed prophet
Look!
Emptying my pockets
Is this not enough?
Walked down end of street
Put my thumb up hitchhiking
Let’s see where this leads
Locked away so tight
Key buried deep inside
Your soul of bitterness
Can of no name soup
Some white bread
Six pack of beer
Alone
No one cares
Lying in hammock
Smoking pipe
Drinking beer
Watching bananas grow
Humble on my knees
Casually pulling weeds
My garden comforts me
Sitting peacefully
Back straight facing the blank wall
My blood pressure falls
Shaving her tan legs
Hot bath foamy cream sharp blade
Relieves stress of day
Looks flash in pan
Creative
Intelligent
Women
Turn me on
Backpack having fits
Hey hermit lets go on trip
We both need a lift
Missed my typewriter
We again together
Back to being writer
Settle down I’m here
Holding you in darkness
Forever protected
Far far far from shore
My two a.m. ocean swim
Explodes endorphins
Came to cut lettuce
Caterpillars having breakfast
Garden feeds all
Guesthouse In India
He refused request for towel
Cheap room
Cheap service
Beautiful dark skin
Braided hair without a care
She’s from Jamaica
Serpents circling
Back to back swords in our hands
Together to end
In the game too long
Time to get up walk away
Before heart decays
Break from internet
Making love on waterbed
Made some time for us
My typewriter keys
Starting to look rusty
They are still friends to me
Walking on beach sand
Holding surfboard in my hands
I feel young again
Walking streets of Rome
Late night feeling alone
Sofia took me home