Trying Out Stories In The Morning

  Trying out stories in the morningTyping away on this ol’ machineThinking of something differentA genius the world’s never seenBut I can’t think of anything greatI guess I’ll get more coffee insteadI hear a whistle from my ladyI guess my love needs me back in bed

Headed Downtown For The Literary Type

Headed downtown for the literary typeSearching for the scribes of our weary dayTo heal my heart with words that matterI’ve tried, but I don’t see any other way Falling stars may not mean much to youBut I’m here without any expectation or hopeWhere do we find our reasons for loveEven we can kill our dreams,Continue reading “Headed Downtown For The Literary Type”

I’m Seeking A Truth

I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move Typing on this old handmedown machine to transform My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropesContinue reading “I’m Seeking A Truth”

Battered Old Blank Pages

Battered old blank pagesWaiting to be smeared by inkDisheveled by passing timeOften fraught with more than we thinkCrisp white canvas no longerAbsorbing life as a passerbySo pause before you typeA silent witness to these lies