Been Listening To Chet Baker All Day

    Been listening to Chet baker all day A friend said it’d make me a better person I’m closing my eyes while the sounds take over I’m imagining a lost era Every man knowing how to wear a suit Every lady in a tailored dress Mad Men fiction – but with a tangible feelContinue reading “Been Listening To Chet Baker All Day”

A Fine Suited Man With Terrible Inklings

A fine suited man with terrible inklings Hands on her shoulders; easy to confide Pouring drinks & erasing her sadness Falling by the wayside with time & tide Beauty is merely a natural configuration Each button gone, an uncontrollable urge His intentions told with a silent tongue Embraced & now they lovingly merge

She Was Enraged

She was enraged But it was merely an aesthetic Undiagnosed shakedown calamity Her stare leaving me cold & pathetic She asked me why I was a Pisces I told her I used to drink like a fish Though attempts at humor fell flat I was awkward; she was such a dish I’m not as spectacularContinue reading “She Was Enraged”

The Warmth Of The First Coast Has Returned

The warmth of the First Coast has returned But the ocean haze is beating out the sunshine Sitting on the boardwalk, cold drink in my hand My love reading me the pages of ‘Dandelion Wine’ Summer hasn’t arrived with its full force In the breeze, the air cool, yet warm for March Sideways glances, thinkingContinue reading “The Warmth Of The First Coast Has Returned”

Our Olden Fantasies

Our olden fantasiesNot quite matching casual conversationThe heart’s silent secretsMasked by our gilded incantations A kind smile to hide our fearsThe dreams left by the tragic shoreBut there’s always a way back homeTo drink from the hopeful waters to finally restore

Only Loyal To The Dead

Only loyal to the deadKeeping faith with those gone beforeThoughts hard to shake looseMy left foot dragging on the floorWhat did I drink last nightHer voice pounding in my headRegret fills me from withinI know I should have drank water instead

I Have A Secret

I have a secret Scribbling in the margins The poetry of opera halls Burning drinks of gargled sin A letter to the editor Words chosen for us tonight The opinions of a fool With only a pretty girl left to recite

Waking Up Before The Sun

Waking up before the sunTo quietly drink coffee & readI have this worn & aging bodyBut a youthful intellect to feedTake advantage of the still hoursBefore the chaos of my daughtersSoon I’ll be tied up like Gulliver& this coffee won’t get any hotter

Caught Checking Out Her Perks

Caught checking out her perks Hey Ballerina – tell me a bawdy tale With tawdry notes from last night I’ll pour a drink as you slowly regale Draping my jacket over the chair You slip off those tantalizing heels Preparing for the evening’s agenda Knowing its my heart you’re about to steal

It’s Not About Me

It’s not about me Focus away from my chipped soul Fragile dreams creaked as I reach daylight Caught in our midsummer’s lull Drinking wine out of a teacup This soul embarrassing when exposed Hoping to numb our sensibilities While we lay naked & juxtaposed

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching forContinue reading “The Carcasses Of Inspiration”

Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups

Drinking black coffee out of Delta cupsThe cheap seats listening to Empire BurlesqueMixed metaphors crawling in the nightStill pondering why a raven is like a writing desk Dislodged tea parties & cries of NevermoreThe world swiftly swirling all around meReducing myself into my wordsHiding now within punctuation & necessity Unsure of our place in timeTriangulationsContinue reading “Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups”

I’m Tired Of Being So Dry

I’m tired of being so dry In need of an outlet to release my brain Creativity gone; leaving me stagnant Building into a wreck of anxiety & pain My thoughts stunted by vapid feelings Finding myself too tense, filled with stress Needing to drink from restorative waters Like those I found under her dress

A Palpable Desire

A palpable desire Feeling it from deep within Drowning my anxiety Beneath 4 olives, vermouth & gin Supposed to be a functioning adult But I say bollocks to all that noise It wasn’t all that long ago, still Running the streets with the boys Though I dress better now The soul leaking through the cracksContinue reading “A Palpable Desire”