Casting Aspersions In The Salon

Casting aspersions in the salonIt was art deco motif & decorShe encouraged my companyBut I knew she’d eventually want more So I raise my glass for the glory of this nightI cannot be what I am not right hereLet us nurture & love the best we knowFor none can predict if the coast stays clear

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”