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winter, lost

stomach aches

twisted in knots

anxiety

a fear and

depression inside

not wanting to

get out of bed

...

the boring time

short days of light

early darkness

cold, snow

only wanting to watch television

to be alone

rot away

from the inside

out.

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december winter night

storm

pouring rain

heavy winds blow,

howling creepy

like out of a horror film

power out

candle light fills the apartment

lay in bed,

eyes closed with headphones on

listening to the musique

Rich's country mix

songs of the ramblin' man fever

the lonesome open country road

Hank Sr., Haggard, Cash,

Waylon, Those Poor Bastards,

Hank Jr., and others

drift off, half asleep

dream

remember sunny summer

southern ohio days

the sleezy crew

Oldman Mattch, Rich,

Darrin, Billy,

there were others as well

sit in Rich and Darrin's

musty apartment

two stories above main street

circleville

drinking beer,

shots of whiskey and

smoking pot

camping at skatopia

in an old worn tent

campfires and beer

burning a van

swimming at rockmill

oh those longed for

haunting ohio memories

wishing to be there again

in that time

with my good old

country boys

long missed,

but never forgotten

Lazy Sundays

three years worth of sundays,

every sunday

from late mornings

to sunset evenings

old friends

and new

our own church of skatin'

cruise fast,

sometimes with a

can of beer in hand

grill outs

coolers filled with

cold beer

smoking grass

an old boombox

to supply a soundtrack

blasting it all

hip-hop, reggae,

punk, metal,

and country

photos taken

stories shared

pure freedom

carefree days

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I love,

and long for

country highway roads.

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about an hour out

on the country highway road 44

from my wife's folk's house

in Tøreboda Sweden

heading home to Son Norway

there is a set of railroad tracks

to cross

it always reminds me

of crossing the railroad tracks

about an hour out

of Circleville Ohio

on the country highway road 88

Ohio summer memories

Not Working

I laid in a bed

in Son Norway

thoughts, thinking

the old memories, missing

the garage workshop

at my folk's house

warm sunny, blue sky

Florida days

high on the tea

an old radio, that was once mine

playing on

country, bluegrass, reggae,

hip-hop, southern rock,

and hippie rock-n-roll

putting in work, building

saws - cutting wood for frames

drills, painting wood

cutting mattes

framing photos

I now long

for those missed

carefree days

miss the work

miss that garage

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a sunday spring evening

brevik skatepark

alone, no skating

just to sit

quiet, by the small lake

just needing time for myself.

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southern sweden

from son norway

a five and a half hour drive

an area called småland -

åby

southern swedish countryside

driving the small

two lane highway of the 30

through forests with

jazz bebopping away,

playing on the radio

it seemed to fit perfect

set the scene

that crystal clear

blue scandinavian sky

the sun shinning through

the green trees

with their shadows

casting across the road

idealic swedish red

houses and cabins

and barns

historic old world stone fences

a scandinavian spring,

weekend in may

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to sleep in

a single room cabin

floating on a lake

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a friday spring late night

like the old times

the in-laws,

my wife's parents house in

sweden

everyone is asleep

the house is quiet

I sit alone

a great old film plays on

Gas, Food, Lodging

with whiskey, wine and snus

oh those old sweet memories

lone late night films

stoned-drunk,

in a small room sitting

on a bed

dreaming a life

wasting away

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had a little dream and woke up.