Tisk Tisk, Mr. Smith

Tisk tisk, Mr. Smith She slapped her hand with the pointer Looking up, I see she’s stern I stand, wishing to anoint her I am commanded to about face I’ve committed an infraction Taking stock of my flesh She swoons in satisfaction But I’m returned to my kitchen Now pouring a cup of Lady GreyContinue reading “Tisk Tisk, Mr. Smith”

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”