Hearing The Horns Blow

 

Hearing the horns blow
Words formulating up front
The notes mean more
When the tone is blunt

I scratch out a song
Finding life between letters
I’d quit while I’m ahead
If I knew any better

 

Red Lipstick & A Tight Ponytail

 

Red lipstick & a tight ponytail
The pretty piano player; a punk rockette
The domestic goddess with a need to be clean
Living on the edge of the cosmopolitain set

Hoarding her guilty pleasures fiercely
The moral ambiguity is a stubborn crutch
Ignoring nature’s perfectly placed laws
But she’ll only accept the light’s soft touch

Wearing an evening gown at her elegant leisure
Within her mind, no better way to take a selfie
She’s blunt with her standards & expectations
But lucky for us all, my poems are gluten free

 

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