Swapping Daisy Buchanan For Lady Brett

Swapping Daisy Buchanan for Lady BrettDreams & visions traded for a martini glassThe swirls of ice resemble their heartsThe disappearing notion of the dignified classSo we raise a toast for decent luckThese three olives constitute her daily menuDancing off silently out onto the verandaSubtly becoming her own performance venue

You Have Your Notions Of Me

You have your notions of meWhether it’s my rugged good looksOr I’m a notorious scalawagThough, I’m neither a hero nor a crook I’m not a man of much persuasionNor am I a wild west outlawI choose to wear the eyepatchBut I’m more of a gentleman with flaws I write fast & love slowWithout a careContinue reading “You Have Your Notions Of Me”