Clock on the wall says it is time to go as another year comes to a close; And we look back on the memories like pieces of gold. From where we all started to where we are now. Life is a journey. Fragile, beautiful, brief; like a butterfly.
First school dance, t-shirt and jeans, paid fifty cents, and walked through curiosity’s front door; and there without warning, came the invasion of the female persuasion, first slow dance, first kiss, on a gym floor; and though it all did not go as planned at the time, thought I had graduated from boy to man; … Continue reading First School Dance: Gerald Herron
Handcuffs, shackles, meat wagon, pass the city limit signs, down highway seven; and like a Wecome Mat, gun towers, barbed wire, electric fences. It's a place where time is counted in nickles and dimes. And I remember a young man playing the guitar, I would stop and say, how goes it future rock star? And … Continue reading A Little Dignity in a Place that Gives None: Gerald Herron
A friend of mine gave me a book, How to Nourish the Inner Martyr in Me. Which I opened with cat-like curiosity;
Street corner sex, pushers of flesh, tin pan cars, stop and stare. Long shapely legs and tight fitting jeans, sawed off skirts, a buyer’s dream.
Faron Hall, a homeless man, saved two people from drowning; the mayor came down, shook his hand, did not give him a key to the city. A prestigious award one would think! Now I hear they’re handing them out like candy: Henry Winkler, Gene Simmons. “One of these things doesn’t belong with the other”. But … Continue reading Key to the City: Gerald Herron
The creaking coffins, the ghosts and goblins, cobwebs, and long-legged spiders that make your eyes open wider! Pumpkins to jack-o-lanterns, that light the way to the candy taverns. Blue tights, red cape, faster than a speeding bullet; powered by little legs and feet. Outlaws, desperados, Jesse James, Billy the Kid. Liquorice sticks and peppermints; bars … Continue reading Halloween Night: Gerald Herron
On a foreign shore, the voters gather for an earthly matter; casting votes, tallying up the score, deciding my forevermore. And as I look over my resume, I have loved a woman with all my heart, cursed God for all he took, and can I find a way to forgive myself for the one's I've … Continue reading The Ballot Box: Gerald Herron
The Coffee Shop for Royalty! "Extra hot no foam Soy Caramel Macchiato, Doppio Expresso Con Panna with extra Caramel Drizzle, Mocha Coconut Frappuccino Light Double Blended with One Splenda..." Hard hat Joe lumbered in like Juan Valdez making a comeback! Cup of coffee, cream and sugar, imagine that! The Duke and Earl had simultaneous heart … Continue reading Starbucks: Gerald Herron
Into the mouth of madness, a man left to his own devices, poked, prodded, by isolation, the jungle heat, and diseases. A man's mind is a fragile thing, like the intricate mechanisms in a Swiss clock. Leave it unattended for too long, it will tick a different talk.