Larry's Blog

can’t feel the rain on their face any morecan’t go to warI pass the stonesone by one in the storm
and when the rain has stopppedthere’s no need to warmin the sunwhat’s done is done
but the rows are alivewith memories. This onetraveled here, this one thereone breathed his lastin Normandy air
whether it’s spring, or rosesdoesn’t mean a thingnone of them is aloneonly me, watching wateron the face of a stone
Larry Keegan

it’s Saturday night and all is wellnobody’s going to heavenand nobody’s going to hell
there’s road rage on the highway600 waiting on death rowfor some the spring is comingfor others – I don’t know
there’s a war that’s killed ten thousandit started because no one said nosome hope it will turn out wellthere were lies, and a command to go
it’s Saturday – people head to churchon Sunday they will say their prayerssteeples make good cell phone antennasmillions bow their headsbut there may be no one upstairs
Larry Keegan

she’s a ninety pound beauty

in a two ton S-U-V

I’ve got to teach her

what the accelerator’s for

she don’t know how to spell it

she don’t know how to use it

honey – it’s a gas pedal!

you got to push it to the floor

just a ninety pound beauty

in a two ton S-U-V

it’s only a quart of milk

she’s goin’ to the store

so what’s that 300 horsepower for?

sittin’ twelve feet above the road

like riding a tank

in Afghanistan

but she can do it

if anybody can

she’s a ninety pound beauty

in a two ton S-U-V

Larry Keegan