108 Days of American Sentence ~ Day 21 with Joan Baez

Let down my guard – split, shed my skin – Phoenix rise in my mind, no one sees.

~

Spring fever brain boil – thoughts drip moist (like) sweat from Tarzan’s breast – salt on skin.

~

“Nasty Man” (©️Gabriel Earl Music, 2017) (words and music by Joan Baez)

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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