Released From The Burden Of Perfection

  Released from the burden of perfectionOnward to complete this chanceSoaking in my soul’s refractionI’m not grandiose, but I’ll enhanceRipening with a golden ageThis is nothing but a jagged gleamA smudge on the stark white pageDetermined to be more than a dream

It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn

It was a one-eyed kind of morn With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy Slight images of a lovely form Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain Racking my skull for a proper memory WritingContinue reading “It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn”