Redrawing My Own Figure

Redrawing my own figureA new shape by the point of my penShading away the obvious flawsPerhaps I’ll be good enough thenTrying not to carry any burdensCheck out my new roguish stanceI’m cut from a cooler cloth nowPerhaps I’ll finally have a chance

Dancing Socialites & Reformed Ladies

  Dancing socialites & reformed ladies Choices of the malevolently absurd Not really what you figured to be Those weren’t the chances you heard Life tries to knock us all off The rugged seem tenacious & alive Tapping toes with your perfect partner Where do we step when we want to survive

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”