Looking For A Tepid Note

Looking for a tepid note Passion hinted in the scrawl Something lost that night When we last lovingly balled One eye never shuts now Always searching for you No dreams to rile or navigate I’m wandering without a clue

It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn

It was a one-eyed kind of morn With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy Slight images of a lovely form Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain Racking my skull for a proper memory WritingContinue reading “It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn”

Reading The Errant Pages

Reading the errant pagesCrumpling after each one is readA gentle eye befallen the paperRevising what each one has pleadWastebasket- a lifetime awayHoping it’s not the destiny of them allSlowly, sacred thoughts formLiving in the weird space of my scrawl