Evading Their Ongoing Tragedies

Evading their ongoing tragediesForty summers spent down in the dirtWithstanding the weight of apocalypseEmerging; though slightly less overtBlast furnace of the afternoon sunDali walking barefoot on Tampa’s shoresPale riders within unabsorbed lightEmbracing purity through perception’s doorsThe paint of our secret love notesBut can only be read through the keyholeShying away from all public renditionsHer passionateContinue reading “Evading Their Ongoing Tragedies”

If You Met Me In Person

If you met me in personYou’d think I was an uninteresting guyThat I had no personalityBut the truth is I can be painfully shyBut if you let my words speakI can flourish & blossom before your eyesThere might be something worthyIf only you can wait for the surprise

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”

She’s Watching Me

She’s watching me Trying to act shy & coy She wants me to think I’ll be her very first boy She’s loving me Sold on a negative trip Acting so confident Notice her exposed slip She’s needing me What a beautiful mess Pick up her dreams & her fallen dress