Summer’s Dog Days Of The Forgone

Summer’s dog days of the forgone Experiencing a crisis of fate Sharpening our wits on bathtub gin Wondering if it’s worth the effort to curate

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

I Cannot Connect The Dots

I cannot connect the dotsLike I used toMy mind goes blankFar too easily& I wonderIf this was reallyThe lifeFor me