Poe spoken over an upright bass
Vibrating off the strings in space
Elegant trappings on these cold nights
Slung low in my chair with a scotch so bright
Slowly breaking free without a trace
Poe Spoken Over An Upright Bass
Month: December 2021
Time To Toss That Hate On The Yule Log
Time to toss that hate on the Yule log
’tis love I wish to venerate
Another year rapidly diminished
No more sand to disseminate
It is time to let it all burn away
Unburden ourselves of anything hollow
No better than a dollar store chocolate Santa
Time to honor the Savior you claim to follow
It’s December, But It’s Warm
It’s December, but it’s warm
Driving faster, turning up the stereo
Eying you all pretty & classy
Hop with me & here we go
Slide right in & kiss me sweet
Be gentle girl, gotta maintain the road
It gets curvy around these parts
& you’re about to make my mind explode
Oh, Where Does Our Journey End
Oh, where does our journey end
Or begin, as it so often might seem
Futile attempts to erase the past
The unknown details of our dreams
The open road panders to a false escape
The mere opportunity to rewrite a sojourn
Jesus perambulating with Uncle Walt
Debating the path; perchance to learn
Shaky prospects in apportioned time
Manifest destiny teases Ginsburg & Kerouac
Further roads leading to ornate wisdom
& we keep it concealed out in the back
Thoreau mocking society with his solitude
Knowing alone is the greatest we could ever be
Thoughts come to us in gentle waves
That perhaps our visions should become the sea
A reinterpretation of westward expansion
Route 66 cross-contaminating Highway 61
All roads have never led us home
Emily tempting Death with her life left undone
The growing wisdom of our consumed space
Emerson’s penning pre-revolutionary blues
Introducing our souls to unrefined grace
The Good Lord providing Her unfiltered muse
Feeble humanity; lost across the tracks
Original sin that we’ve taken on the chin
Sifting thought; we might be welcomed again
But knock off the Devil’s dust before you come in
Fatigue Hitting My Bleary Eyes
Fatigue hitting my bleary eyes
Another night upon the flight deck
Needing a shower & my rack
A nation’s burden around my neck
Chocks & chains in the pouring rain
Undeterred from the mission at hand
Endless hours like every sailor before
So few remaining will ever understand
Frostbitten Mornings On The Coldest Date
Frostbitten mornings on the coldest date
Walking topless just to tempt thy fates
Coffee steaming, releasing arousing heat
Contrasting with ice crunching under our feet
Magical hours, even if the moons stay out late
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas from Jerry Garcia!
Walking Quietly Along The Dusty Rows
Walking quietly along the dusty rows
I’ve forgotten dreams, but that’s how it goes
Bought the leather bound tome for 35 quid
Trying to uncover God, but she remains hid
Secret to life on the page, but that’s all anyone knows
Ribbon & Bow
Mistletoe In My Back Pocket
Wrapping Paper
Damn It, Billy!
Charades
Kiss My Nose
Lights
Work…
Feeling Her Sharp Features Essential
Feeling her sharp features essential
Stretching perfection with a single greying hair
Pulling the sweater tight on a provincial frame
Opportunity sparse so go loaded for bear
Cold front blowing through for a bit
The supplies stocked for our love is finite
Outward appearances leave me shivering
In a world such as this, I need something to ignite
The Sun Rising Too Quickly
The sun rising too quickly
Causing you to begin cursing
These are our shared moments
With these spirits we’re nursing
The cold causing me to shiver
I need some more of your covers
But you have none to spare
Exposing you; a temperamental lover
Feeling The Cold Upon The Sill
Feeling the cold upon the sill
My wineglass perched just so
A stagger to my fragile swagger
I hid my love, but now you know
Finding That Smile
Finding that smile
Extraction from the routine
Knowing the fatigue
A surprise seldom seen
But we can be happy
In spite of our stress
A little twirl to start
& then off with your dress!
Notions Of Perfection
Notions of perfection
Falling to fatigue on my soul
Expectations taking control
Society little more than an infection
I’m choking; expiring through this hole
Dreams & Fates Return Forthwith
Dreams & fates return forthwith
Stars falling from under her dress
Elegantly raised up from her seat
Floating lightly with each soft caress
The town is alive tonight
Her body spun upon her painted toes
A culmination of efforts built upon
The bunched cloth forgotten in the throes
You Lay Awake In The Night
You lay awake in the night
Scratching at your lost youth
Searching for those stolen smiles
Looking me up to uncover the truth
Apologies, I no longer have time
Life didn’t stop with vacant words
I had to live on without you
Your pleas shall never again be heard
Speaking All The Buzzwords
Speaking all the buzzwords
But those aren’t the vibes she wants
The death of your compassion
Is what will forever haunt
Double down on speeches & poses
Before you try for her feminist knickers
But she needs something more
Than your wick to get thicker
Lounging Early In The Morning
Lounging early in the morning
She wore an animal print I couldn’t recall
I poured another cup to erase the cobwebs
A chilly morning; slipping past Fall
She was sleek & beautiful, a deadly shade
Overly dramatic in the best possible sense
Passion in abundance for my sole benefit
Edging to a climax at our soul’s expense
You Don’t See It
You don’t see it
The boys not getting enough sleep
Those who have abandoned their homes
Keeping watch over the watery deep
You don’t see it
Those who dream of something better
Youth sacrificing blindly
Riding the tide, salt spray getting wetter
You don’t see it
Loading sea bags in early morning hours
Walking the gangplank in the face of fear
Trusting their lives to a Greater Power
Woman! I’m Tying To Be Serious
Woman! I’m tying to be serious
Please, we need to have this talk
I’m coming from a place of respect
Please, stop with your sultry walk
I’m trying to gather my words
I find it hard to look in your face
When you keep your assets
Encased in such wonderful lace
& So I Taught Myself
& so I taught myself
Digging deep into classical books
Borrowing from their bright words
Until some knowledge overtook
Then I broke free of their grip
Slicing my own path & charging off
I sit by the fire, gathering my wits
I block you out – you merely scoff
I don’t care for your opinion
You regurgitate falsehoods & lies
I’m running through the wilderness
& now I’m the Lord of the Flies
Morningtime Mists
Morningtime mists
Coaxing life to grow
Necessary if not bothersome
A nuisance we all know
Nature weeping
The wildflowers implore
Though my garden
Is thirsty for more
I Wish To Whisper Elegant Tales
I wish to whisper elegant tales
They’ll allow you to follow me
Through the transfers of light
These are moments you’ll be free
I know you have never believed
In what I forever sought & dreamed
We could have been truly great
You always wanted better it seemed
I See Your Pretty Smile
I see your pretty smile
Discovering it’s innocence disguised
This walk marked by confidence
Always keeping me surprised
A mischievous look upon your face
Nervous energy I can feel
Your skirt slightly flares
My lips part before you even kneel
My interest has already piqued
Amazed as you love me still faster
Truly a breathtaking moment
As you call me your lover & master
With Her Secrets Daintily Hushed

With her secrets daintily hushed
& her charms forever applied
My heart proudly sings out to her
This soul will not calmly run & hide
I want to shout my love forever
To be wildly demonstrative & loud
To cherish her until hell comes calling
Within the Lord’s love I am avowed
Cold Coffee & A Stash Of Lost Dreams
Cold coffee & a stash of lost dreams
A distant memory of those rail yards
But we weren’t ourselves with honesty
Not the renegades or anything that hard
Images of what we might yet become
Grabbing self-regard before it fades
Destroying their notions of modernism
Returning to polka dotted shirts & dark shades
We all have our morbid skeletons
The vague semblance of a broken soul
But somewhere are the clues to the truth
Somewhere when lightning meets a weary, old skull
It’s Not A Leer Nor An Ogle
It’s not a leer nor an ogle
It’s an enthusiastic appreciation
I’m soaking in your beauty
Forever grateful of your creation
Seeing Your Beauty
Seeing your beauty
I’m just a collection of nerves
Falling for you immediately
Embracing your delicious curves
The Winter Winds Keep Us Bundled
The Winter winds keep us bundled
Sending us shivering & reeling
Dreams of a warm drink by the hearth
Caught up in those distant feelings
Our checklists remain unchecked
Hustle, bustle & we’re forever hurried
There must be a moment to calm ourselves
To enjoy coffee in the midst of this flurry
Captain Q 