Ducking My Head Between The Pages

Ducking my head between the pagesThis mounting pile – high on my deskPicture postcard from the far goneLost her to traveling’ roadside burlesque Hiding my mind between the sheetsBut my coffee had long grown coldWritings spilled slightly on the saucerLoneliness steeped until its forever bold

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

Quietly Returning Home

Quietly returning home Feels like it has been a lifetime Hard to recognize this place Without all the peripheral grime You stagger & greet me Spilling your swill on the floor I’m confused by your glee I was never good enough before You tell me your interests But I can’t really give a damn NoContinue reading “Quietly Returning Home”

I Never Said I Was Good At This

I never said I was good at this I have no fancy training or school I just close my eyes & spill my soul Without any regard if it will be cool I’m a bush league hack at my best Wandering my way through eternity Endless reams within your dreams But I’ll never be aContinue reading “I Never Said I Was Good At This”