The small sips after a long day
The setting sun & the horizon’s gone
Relaxing quietly in the simplest ways
Left to retreat until the impending dawn
The Small Sips After A Long Day
left
I Have A Secret
I have a secret
Scribbling in the margins
The poetry of opera halls
Burning drinks of gargled sin
A letter to the editor
Words chosen for us tonight
The opinions of a fool
With only a pretty girl left to recite
III. Tales Of Blood & Our Monsters Abound
Tales of blood & our monsters abound
Another generation of wasted from the hunt
Predator ideology, now just a carcass
Their potential’s talent left along the waterfront
We’re Doing Our Best
We’re doing our best
Within the grime of the trenches
Unfathomable hours away
Never enough; turn those wrenches
What about those left at home
Toiling away within lonely hours
Waiting at the foot of the bed
Their hearts slowly turing dour
But we’ll find a way
Surely an answer will come soon
Then we’ll shed these burdens
& return to make our ladies swoon
The Ideology Of Her Interior Impurities
The ideology of her interior impurities
Her dominating passion left me with a cringe
Dispelling riotous rants & curious notions
While my own psychic deformity left me on the fringe
Captain Q 