Messages From Fathers To Sons

"Messages From Fathers To Sons"




The long puns.

A broken record.

Speeds in a space place.

To the time of a rumba's rhyme.

3015's squirting waters copper quarters.

Redress of grievances.

The bad guys play with the good ones.


I live in San Francisco and New York at the same time.

11 in New York and 7 in San Francisco.

I must be in heaven.

Kick your stamps.

Stomp on the ground.

Sounds I hear.

Too much beer.

Steer clear.

What is far is near.

You never catch up to time.

Time is sublime, when it changes from a riddle into a rhyme.

You are divine.

So send the horoscope's sign.

Life is fine, in the Rhine.



Captain Moonlight     12-16-15