Ducking My Head Between The Pages

Ducking my head between the pagesThis mounting pile – high on my deskPicture postcard from the far goneLost her to traveling’ roadside burlesque Hiding my mind between the sheetsBut my coffee had long grown coldWritings spilled slightly on the saucerLoneliness steeped until its forever bold

I Feel Like A Bull In A China Shop

I feel like a bull in a China shopI feel ugly next to you swansNot wanting to detract from youI wander off into the rising dawnI try to find a genuine smileI feel like I’m pressing my luckI’m not meant to be amongst beautyFor I’m not pretty; I’m just a duck