Alien Boy playing with words

My friend Dale (M.F.D. yo!) called me that. Not sure why I gotta be alien, or a boy, but still I kinda liked it. I love words, but I get to going and can't stop. Writing...jabbering...no difference. I just keep going and going.

I have fun writing stuff like this next one. When the words start rhyming up nice and coming to me easy...well, I am completely content. Man, if I played guitar, or piano, or zither or autoharp I would be a songwriting force to be reckoned with. I'm not, but I could be.

So read on, brothers and sisters. Read on:

Amber

The air was still and I felt the thrill
of having you close by.
Love, and dreams of sex, and alcohol.

You smiled at me, heart skipped a beat.
You whispered in my ear.
Elvis smiled from the velvet on the wall.

Been a lonely rolling stone
coming to a rest.
Been a lot of things gone wrong
but I think I liked you best.
Bourbon talks straight on the rocks
and love's a dangerous thing.
Hey Amber,girl, let me be your slave.

The lightning bugs lit up the woods
with pinpoints of delight.
The shadows rolled in close and teased the moon.

You said "let's dance" and threw a glance
off somewhere in your mind.
I played a song so slow it left the room.

Been a lonely rolling stone
coming to a rest.
Been a lot of things gone wrong
but I think I liked you best.
Bourbon talks straight on the rocks
and love's a dangerous thing.
Hey Amber,girl, let me be your slave.

A pile of clothes, like do's and don'ts
lay crumpled on the floor.
No damage done, it wasn't far to fall.

Slow and smooth, the earth don't move
but Amber saw it all.
And Elvis smiled from the velvet on the wall.

Been a lonely rolling stone
coming to a rest.
Been a lot of things gone wrong
but I think I liked you best.
Bourbon talks straight on the rocks
and love's a dangerous thing.
Hey Amber,girl, let me be your slave.

Hey Amber,girl, let me be your slave.

Ed
Norfolk, VA

Plasticised, out
Travelin' Ed