The Eccentricities Of Life

The eccentricities of life result in a varied solutionNotes & experience written into the far marginSurrealist details woven into mundane worldsA quiet cocktail of banned books & Bombay gin

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

Willfully Getting Lost In The Woods With My Woman

Willfully getting lost in the woods with my womanFar from the hordes of the sick & infectedShutting doors & leaving society behindOnce away, fresh air & peaceful intent detected Outside, I can find the crispness of nature& my pure, unencumbered path to be freeWrapping my soul within Winter’s chillThese unharnessed elements might be the key

I Can’t Swim That Far

I can’t swim that farNo use for a sailor like meFloating with the jetsamWithout the pomp or jubileeThis grey cell rockingOn each & every waveAt the whim of natureI pray for Jesus to saveA daily grind in hellNo time for witty quipsThis a mere life raftFor the Devil’s Flagship