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

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”