He Plays To His Shadow (Afternoon Drinks On the Copper Queen Saloon Balcony) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
On A Bisbee Afternoon
he plays to his shadow devotedly on his violin nobody listens love torturing itself to rise above conversations lost in discontent limits of self-expression a saloon window reflection
there is no tragedy on the Queen’s saloon balcony the smell of lavender lingers from the ghosts of the hotel whores who are not indifferent listening to classical strings becoming a delightful moan
‘Drove My Chevy To The Levee’ (Bisbee, May 18, 2012) — Image by kenne
I started singin’ bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die”
Becoming is Superior to Being 