Listening to her sing Manic Depression
I hide behind my shades
Eat salade nicoise
Take in a woman spilling out
Of her red cowgirl
Dress – her boots up to her
Dimpled knees
She is well made
Tan, blond and behind her own shades
Singing Jimi's song slow
So I can hear the lyrics and chords
And think about my own
Bipolar, the snarled
Thread through my family history
One that probably began
On an Ethiopian plain
When gods still
Talked to man
Lucy Simpson, 8/2011


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Love and kisses for eternity
Gay God
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