Red Lipstick & A Tight Ponytail

  Red lipstick & a tight ponytail The pretty piano player; a punk rockette The domestic goddess with a need to be clean Living on the edge of the cosmopolitain set Hoarding her guilty pleasures fiercely The moral ambiguity is a stubborn crutch Ignoring nature’s perfectly placed laws But she’ll only accept the light’s softContinue reading “Red Lipstick & A Tight Ponytail”

Daylight Creaking Up Over The Atlantic

Daylight creaking up over the AtlanticFirst light’s rays struggling over the seaMy bones seem to have a bit of rustBetter lubricate with some more coffee Dancing upon the shores of the St. John’sWe don’t need carpets; red or otherwiseWe only need our bare skin to touchEnding with me whispering between your thighs

We’re Painting The Roses Red

We’re painting the roses red When I spill my bottle of wine Laughing the silly words we said Running through the sunshine Gathering inspiration to write Leaning against their picket fence Together & the songs we recite Friendship allows life to make sense

Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day

  Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day Victrolas on display at the corner store A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty She always smiles, but never asks for more You’ve created another aura within her Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy A polite lady with those vicious high heels Mental interludesContinue reading “Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day”

Sitting At The Windowsill

Sitting at the windowsillFingers stained by my inkFace red & tranquilly humbledCold & tumbled; too frozen to thinkThe nights are dropping tempsI’ll need to do everything to keep warmThough I’m unwrapping each layerEagerly embracing your gracious formLife is a fine chance to love youTrading kisses as I adjust your weary crownTelling stories of our youngerContinue reading “Sitting At The Windowsill”

Aviation Exhaust & Diesel Fumes

Aviation exhaust & diesel fumesHands, face & soul; covered in grimeExpectations placed firmlyI’ll relax when we have the timeWandering this lonely vesselBefore passageway lights go redSlowly searching these oceansWhen I’d rather be with you instead

I Saw Her Through The Glittering Sun

I saw her through the glittering sunPerched high upon the lifeguard standPerfectly sculpted under bright skyKnees weak, tripping in the soft sandThe gulls echoing a distant cryDreams of love & what could beThe salt air marinating upon our skinI’ve lost my heart here upon the sea