by Rhonda | Feb 22, 2015 | Poetry
Women,Beautiful,Witty,Little crazy, Love ‘em Whiskey,On the rocksPool, StraightLiterature,Music,Accents,Food,Locales,Preferably Southern Read,FitzFaulknerHankHunterPlayboy(and I mean read it) I only watch Horseracingwhen I’m alone with other lonely people at a bar By...
by Rhonda | Feb 22, 2015 | Poetry
I got a type A mind with a type B willAn itchy trigger finger that never can killA palimony pal that don’t understandMy skull tattoo or my cold smoking handAnd all that’s worth toasting is absent friendsWho embrace the night every now and thenBut friends and lovers...
by Rhonda | Feb 22, 2015 | Poetry
My buddy,he bets she’s wildAfter all,she’s only had it onceand it was with a mediocre poetthat’s not interesting enoughfor anybodyto hate Without doubtingthe validity of his argumentI guestionthe finer points For “wild” implies some masculine fantasydirty...
by Rhonda | Feb 22, 2015 | Poetry
We got a hundred and twenty years of coal.Six more generations callin’ Hazard home,water runnin’ red down the mountain side.We gonna hit the mountain parkway and we gonna drivea century and a score from now,When Appalachy’s black gold all runs out. Well granddaddy...
