A Palpable Desire

A palpable desire Feeling it from deep within Drowning my anxiety Beneath 4 olives, vermouth & gin Supposed to be a functioning adult But I say bollocks to all that noise It wasn’t all that long ago, still Running the streets with the boys Though I dress better now The soul leaking through the cracksContinue reading “A Palpable Desire”

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