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

Girls With Their Knee-Highs

  Girls with their knee-highs Haute Couture, exposed at the side But don’t believe everything you see Smashed & forgotten; a murdered bride Money left on the nightstand A life shouldn’t be thrown away for such Summer comes to erase memories But down here, it doesn’t take much She was already cast out, with her

Swapping Daisy Buchanan For Lady Brett

Swapping Daisy Buchanan for Lady BrettDreams & visions traded for a martini glassThe swirls of ice resemble their heartsThe disappearing notion of the dignified classSo we raise a toast for decent luckThese three olives constitute her daily menuDancing off silently out onto the verandaSubtly becoming her own performance venue

Setting Down The Glass

Setting down the glassSaying excuse me, dearWanting to focusMaking sure what I hearEach word consideredLooking deep into your faceBut I forget them allWhen you’re only wearing lace

Seeing All The Pretty People

Seeing all the pretty people Seeing them encased in glass All their assets on display Trimmed in polished brass Prancing & strutting proudly Unaware of their obligation Souls such as these Come with a re-appropriation Trade off for their gifts Liabilities detrimental & hyper Left in an excited state when It comes time to pay

Let Me Borrow A Glass Of Your Mom’s Wine

Let me borrow a glass of your mom’s wineI get thirsty in these evening hoursNoticing silhouettes moving in the kitchenBefore too long I might need a quick showerThis humidity is slowly trying to roast meI’m soaking wet & need fresh shirtsleevesHer beauty wouldn’t exist without God’s consentI’m merely appreciating that in which I believe

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching for

Seeing All The Pretty People

Seeing all the pretty people Seeing them encased in glass All their assets on display Trimmed in polished brass Prancing & strutting proudly Unaware of their obligation Souls such as these Come with a re-appropriation Trade off for their gifts Liabilities detrimental & hyper Left in an excited state when It comes time to pay

Her Loveliness

Her loveliness pressed against the glass Chained by all my opinions It is me who should be caged Monster I wish to free all that she is Please help me to release She’s a grown woman A fine woman At least could be Someday