Once Upon A Suburban Street

Once upon a suburban streetWhere we lived, loved & laughedSummer comes early in JaxSo, this house no longer has a draft Warmth lets me resume my natural beingYet windows aren’t doors; they’re see-throughI strut along, giving my neighborsA bit more than a casual view

Sitting At The Windowsill

Sitting at the windowsillFingers stained by my inkFace red & tranquilly humbledCold & tumbled; too frozen to thinkThe nights are dropping tempsI’ll need to do everything to keep warmThough I’m unwrapping each layerEagerly embracing your gracious formLife is a fine chance to love youTrading kisses as I adjust your weary crownTelling stories of our youngerContinue reading “Sitting At The Windowsill”

Gimme A Minute Till I Look Pretty

Gimme a minute till I look prettyI don’t want to go out there without my cologneI can’t deal with the sketchy peopleYou know, they’ve hidden away all the pay phonesI don’t trust the Gov’t hiding behind rain coatsThe shadows are weary with their demodulationOpen your windows to the rain – expect justiceI shall bare myContinue reading “Gimme A Minute Till I Look Pretty”