Chris Whitley

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My stories

Ask Yourself

when the dawn comes will I be the same one? don’t look for me

The Nirvana Express

Weird on riddles – lured by life’s mystique Dead ideals from alpha to omega A pile of dust is offered In place of the promised form

The Painter

An alchemist’s air is needed to fly. He sucks the ether reading the temperature of his soul. His brain is like a raw swollen sun in his heightened romance of being.

ODE FOR THE ROAD

With Jack and Moriarty and the spirit of jazz to speed us on the road and underground to howl and sow the freedom seed

The Lady and the Serf

The lady looks at the serf in many different ways But never sees him through his working day Thinks only of her shinning knight, and never milk or cow

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