Ol’ Tumbleweed© by John Monteleone – 10 – 25 – 09 (rewritten 2-3-12) Ol’ tumbleweed I call her ‘cause she walks like onewears a little red apron as her customers make her rungot tears well-hidden from all the pain she’s wonstares like a deer caught in a headlight about to be struck downin this cute read more
Wake Up In My Dream© by John Monteleone – May 7th, 2010, 3:00 am i’m sitting in a room looking out the windowto a sun setting over a lonely lakein the middle of a town with too many sorrowsan’ too many people caught up in bein’ fakenight crept up slow so i light a candle
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© by John Monteleone – June 14, 2016, Sag Harbor by the edge of the waterin the cool summer weatherwind strokes me like a dove’s featherthe sun’s setting like a fire in the skyi ask why as I’m crying and the bullets keep flying a raging river of bloody picturesunder the lids of my eyesof
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by John Monteleone Feb. 1, 2017 her name was maryshe walked the earth aloneon dusty roads by the quarriesin the age of hard cut stone the story’s been tolda glowing angel she had seenplaced a halo over her sweet purityshe was a virgin of fourteen maybe mary gave birth to a savioror maybe she just
