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

Avoiding Those Trendy Spots

Avoiding those trendy spotsIt’s just never been my styleI’m a bit more low key than thatNo sense in unnecessary trialsCrowds are wildly irrationalI have no desire to submit myselfLet me recoil from this societyContentment in solitude is my true wealth

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”

Midnight’s A Fine Time To Take The Jacksonville Train

    Midnight’s a fine time to take the Jacksonville train Rolling double boxcars to decide our fate Gotta get back to my lover’s bedside ‘cause women like that don’t hardly wait Been dreaming of her since the days of steam Finely dressed woman with incalculable sense I’m lagging behind schedules & timetables Hindered byContinue reading “Midnight’s A Fine Time To Take The Jacksonville Train”