Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon

Disquieted moments in the afternoonThese Springtime rays have a golden hourReflecting youth into my weary eyesThe reassuring notion of dreampower Yet gone are the mornings we woke afreshOur mortal flesh reeling down on EarthLife; the thorn in the side of this existenceInternal fire requires our souls a wider berth The slings & arrows shall neverContinue reading “Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon”

Flaming Sauerkraut Stud Muffin

Flaming sauerkraut stud muffinA condensed version of radial gloryKnowing full well where life beginsThe translucent strands of our storyCalculating Parisian jazz statisticsVeiled through the rummy, filtered grimeDistance equals an unfettered stumpWhen satisfaction measured in Lycra & timeLogbooks; surmounting the tepid scheduleAll aboard the mourning run of the downtown trainSunrise catching your weary eyesEarly summer rainContinue reading “Flaming Sauerkraut Stud Muffin”

There’s A Beautiful Woman I Know

There’s a beautiful woman I knowShe’s waiting for me on the shoreThe letters say she’s been lonelyDon’t want her to feel it anymoreI close my eyes & silently pleadPlease Captain, full steam ahead‘Cause I got a lady back home& She’s waiting for me in our bed

Our Dreams Hold Us Hostage

Our dreams hold us hostageChained to our high idealsLost to our intemperate youthThe past reaches out & stealsTime lost to us; never againWhat’s forgotten can’t be regainedOur lives are our creationFigments we’ll never fully explain

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

The John Wayne Type

I admit I’m not the John Wayne type I’m not one who wants to fight Though, I’m not afraid of confrontations I’d just love rather love my woman by candlelight I’m a sensitive soul I’ve been called needy, immature & worse I just want the time to write of my emotions Creating a universe intoContinue reading “The John Wayne Type”