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Bring It On Home

He was a hell of a cook He could make anything in a bathtub Brew some **** up put you out of your head Make you want to worship the devil And follow the Black King A spiral in the dirt A stick in the ground Naked people dancing around a fire Trying to spread their wings Angel whispers in your ear Might get you killed Got no family No place to go Everyone is a ghost You just hit a wall White powder on the coffee table We don’t have to talk You’re hurting and real drunk A.K.A.: lonely and dangerous Bring it on home Yeah bring it on home

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Verlena S. Walker

Date: 2/15/2014 10:46:00 PM

Stephen, I like the flow and this is well verse... Keep doing good poetic works... Verlena

Stephen Kilmer
Date: 2/18/2014 2:50:00 AM

Thank you Verlena, I appreciate your kind words. ~Kilmer

Kathryn Collins

Date: 2/15/2014 8:48:00 AM

You are scaring me, Kilmer.

Stephen Kilmer
Date: 2/15/2014 11:37:00 AM

No worries. Just having some dark thoughts and being influenced by a movie I saw the other night. I clean and serene....except for a little nip of bourbon now and then. ~Kilmer

Barbara Gorelick

Date: 2/15/2014 7:35:00 AM

Oh Stephen, I do worry about you...You have such talent and I read this with pride and sadness...Hope you are ok..Im gone for week or so..will check into see what you've written when I get back. BG

Stephen Kilmer
Date: 2/16/2014 9:39:00 AM

Don't worry about me. I am a good man. I may write about crazy stuff but you have to remember I spent 20 years on the road playing music and saw a whole lot of weird stuff and met some less than desirable characters.