Barren and bold
Stone cold bone
Alone soot from a sodden stove.
Shook the itch…
that conclusive bitch.
She felt like poison ivy with a nervous twitch.
Left by itself
it could have passed,
as a vacant father’s vacant past.
Some beaten Beatnik, however,
Placing passion with an off beat song.
Smoked by grass and distant cat fights.
And liberally located ink-ed nights.
Don Quixote plus Don Juan plus a two-legged motored steed.
Rambling Rose meets Dirty Deeds.