What I Need Is A Good Ol’ Western Storm

What I need is a good ol’ western stormTo wash out my soulTo cleanse these dusty roadsThe low thunder returning me to whole

Leaning Against The Doorframe

Leaning against the doorframeDraped in my best dress shirtI see you’re in for fun & gamesAlready cleaned of the day’s dirt You tease me with a winkFor your essence, I’m a gluttonEvery moment my willpower shrinksAs I watch you finger the last button

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

Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis

Trying to overcome an existential crisisHarking back to those foundational yearsEmerging out of my own wounded shadowStriving headlong into those ancient fearsTransitionally limping along these daysBut my injuries aren’t those to be seenNor the stretch marks upon my soulYearning for the notion of becoming cleanThroughout it all, forever fond of the BlondeWoman, hold me close

Lost In A Deteriorating Moment

Lost in a deteriorating momentWhat more can we do to be freeClose our eyes to the darknessTiptoeing quietly, down to the seaSearching franticly for the answerBut the obvious truth is often a ghostFalse memories are unruly traipsesInclinations leading me, down the coastIs there a way to be clean againTo bathe in the ocean’s gentle roarHope

I Don’t Use Umbrellas, Dear

I don’t use umbrellas, dearI’d rather dance in the rainLet it cascade gently overCleansing us of lingering painLet me take you in my armsInto your dreams – my words will pushLooking deep into my eyesAs I squeeze your tush

Leaning Against The Doorframe

Leaning against the doorframeDraped in my best dress shirtI see you’re in for fun & gamesAlready cleaned of the day’s dirtYou tease me with a winkFor your essence, I’m a gluttonEvery moment my willpower shrinksAs I watch you finger the last button     Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

Agatha Christie

    “After all, perhaps dirt isn’t really so unhealthy as one is brought up to believe.”― Agatha Christie, Murder in Mesopotamia

Looking For A New Sunshine

Looking for a new sunshineEclipses as the morning growsCoffee slowly loses its warmthThe way only the fatigued might knowSleepless nights convort to visionsDreams well placed into our eyesCaffeine not enough to shake soulsWaking to these cotton candy skiesSpinning my empty cup on the tableAttempts at any fully formed thoughtMy mind completely wiped cleanI spy my

Stepping Out Into The Light

  Stepping out into the light My eyes can’t adjust to the sunshine Night left me with nary a sleep Stumblin’ home to all that’s still mine Life comes at you hard & fast on the inside Wondering when the pitches stopped comin’ in underhand Won’t wallow in misery nor memory of elsewhere’s joy These