Frayed Cuff On Antique Khaki

Frayed cuff on antique khakiKnowing thy state of dressI wasn’t as dapper as she was used toHoping she wouldn’t think any less He wasn’t any better than a prigHer dance card drawing sideways looksQuietly, she enjoyed my wicked tongue& the way we shared our crooked books Shaking the dust off our neglected spinesCertain steps lead

Unique Approaches

Searching for unique approachesI want the proper words so I don’t gushYou’ve heard it all before I’m sureHoning my tactics to make you certainly blush

Such A Beautiful Specimen

Such a beautiful specimenAs I’m sailing through a mirageBlue waters falling into crystal eyesMore interested in her décolletageAspirations following the deep nightKnowing the truth of a certain fashionToe to toe & inequality reignsMy only hope lies in enthusiastic passion

Choosing Certain Words

   Choosing certain words With connotations to stir The hearts of the audience Cocked crow with pubic fur Sitting uncomfortably – like whaa? Where the hell is he going with this Delusional in this rehabilitating fatigue Longing for the peace that I miss

Don’t Pull Myth Out Of The Truth

Don’t pull myth out of the truth Don’t strip me of a certain beauty Reality is far too painful for reason To ease the hurt, our fortuitous duty

Nell Zink

  “Even his fucking was binary, a sorting process by which certain practices could be tried and found wanting or approved and accorded benchmark status.” – Nell Zink, The Wallcreeper

I Often Catch Myself

    I often catch myself Glancing up at your windowpane Occasionally seeing a silhouette Memories of youth still remain   Possibly spying a lacy chemise But now you’re wearing the curtains Or maybe there was nothing on But I couldn’t know for certain   The morning light not quite seen I might feel like