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Die Musen

26. May. 1996 By Alex Nuttall - Bio The spiral music stairway On and on it goes up Each step is an “I love you.” Each tread is a tomorrow Each riser is a now Each sleepy foot continues For unbeknownst reason To the top the music goes goes To the top To the end To the top Parinirvana The spiral music stairway © Alexander Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 - 2017   | 20170728 -ABN – Ed Date: 2017-07-28 11:14

Truth or Consequences?

26. May. 1996 By Alex Nuttall - Bio “Truth or Consequences?” I say; Soul abandoned among the jewels And debris of some forgotten Wistful—fistful place, El Paso, Texas; And I then say again! “Truth or Consequences?” Gingerly placing my finger On the road atlas page Hiding in the ruins, Inside one blue Ford Fiesta, Late at night Broken With her words echoing-- “Everything is taken care of except her father.” El Paso, Town of dreams Burst at the seams-- Nothing’s there-- A scar As far south as you Are going to get; Then down and out-- Three dollars And some change-- Gas up! One last Co-Cola With New Mexico calling: “Truth or Consequences?” In 1995 before Alex Nuttall was to become a full fledged conscript of the United States Army National Guard he went on a road trip with his trusty 1980 Ford Fiesta. His Ford Fiesta was the sport model which could reach speeds of up to 120 miles per hour. It also managed to get him to Truth of C

Little One

13. May. 1996 By Alex Nuttall - Bio Ten years of bad poetry Did not make him worth much To anyone, Except—maybe--his daughter, Who would not get To say what she really Meant until after he had gone. It works out that way sometimes. Daughter and Father Poetry by Alex Nuttall , title: Little One , Original Date: 19960513 – © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170728 . Poem about a daughter.