There Are Many Fancy Writers

  There are many fancy writers Those who are great, they’ve decided Elegant illustrations & plunging necklines But hubris is often one-sided There are many arrogant writers Quick with the wit they’ve decried Moans of pain suited to their fame Loving with one eye open it’s often implied

Pouring A Tall Wine In The Fine Crystal

Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystalThe fancy stuff from our Wedding dayLeaving behind clothing as we speakYour look disregards anything I have to say My eyes are up here, my beautiful BridePlease focus on my charm & witI can tell you only desire one thingBut first lady, you’re going to have to submit

Transfiguring Lips Into Fabergé Petals

Transfiguring lips into Fabergé petals Feeling decadent painting the night sky Let us rejoice with our illustrious words Palpitating deliberately when bliss is nigh These fanciful & bountiful thoughts of yonder Possibly plentiful but not quite enough for us Imaginative; creating a softer substantial side We’re most serene when we’re a bit mussed

Ill Reputed Minstrel & Her Fancy Dolls

Ill reputed minstrel & her fancy dolls Forever punished for my dated sin A hushed wish for something more Images of the whiteness of porcelain Do not lead me through vacant doors No need to become another mistake Removed from that dreadful life Sparing additional pain for her own sake Dancing lightly in the darknessContinue reading “Ill Reputed Minstrel & Her Fancy Dolls”

Gripping Lightly To The Banister

Gripping lightly to the banisterOur lives slipping away into the ether’s shadowGracefully stepping down each marble stepNever succumbing to their expectations of the afterglowHolding your head up high in dignityWear the fancy clothes; wear your favorite scentKnowing they’ll despise your happiness anywayRemaining this awesome was never an accident

Low Evenings Persistently Intrude

Low evenings persistently intrude Fancy parties & sensitive souls Facades draped in lush decor Strong mixed spirits don’t leave you full Trashy nights with unseen acquaintances Low cut blouses & nylon dreams in heels Witnessing dancers locked in solitude Push away the day We don’t need another slow reveal

I Never Said I Was Good At This

I never said I was good at this I have no fancy training or school I just close my eyes & spill my soul Without any regard if it will be cool I’m a bush league hack at my best Wandering my way through eternity Endless reams within your dreams But I’ll never be aContinue reading “I Never Said I Was Good At This”