The Beat Making My Diesels Sweat

The beat making my Diesels sweatThis is beyond my usual sceneUsually I can’t dance without regretNeeding a lot more alcohol & caffeineGlow sticks & the whole lot to lampoonI can’t live life with digitized crapMoving my body like an analog buffoonI need to find a pretty lady to sit upon my lapI spy one inContinue reading “The Beat Making My Diesels Sweat”

It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn

It was a one-eyed kind of morn With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy Slight images of a lovely form Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain Racking my skull for a proper memory WritingContinue reading “It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn”