Summer’s Dog Days Of The Forgone

Summer’s dog days of the forgone Experiencing a crisis of fate Sharpening our wits on bathtub gin Wondering if it’s worth the effort to curate

This Is It; This Is Real Life

This is it; this is real life There’s never going to be more Unless you ascend into Heaven Knockin’ on the Lord’s pearly door This is the time to be compassionate Now is when you’re supposed to be alive Nothing else worth waiting to begin Through love is the only way to truly thrive

Not On The Cool Kids’ Team

Not on the cool kids’ team Can’t fit in it seems Not up to standards they set Won’t ever – is a good bet For I’ve never been one to blend Known to be an unmovable friend It is what it is & nothing more Little worth becoming their whore

The Infinity Of Love

The infinity of loveThe entirety of a single breathOdd footnotes to a shapely eveningAfter kissing the feet of Sister MaryBethThe important ones are those you forgotDistant notes too unbelievable to rememberBut there’s a gravity to these infatuationsStill wearing Fair Isle, though it no longer DecemberOur dreams aren’t always tangible by birthEffort & perseverance required, but

Don’t Look Her In The Eye

  Don’t look her in the eyeFor it might tip your moveJust a simple guyWith nothing to proveShe wants nothing from you& your humble waysSociety envies herStack that against the straysDon’t show her any interest& she’ll question her worthTwisting this back on youLike you’re the last man on earthKeep to yourselfDon’t be any more than

Finding The Energy To Jump Up

  Finding the energy to jump upTo start the day in the sunshineCollecting smiles from fresh faces& always returning to the love that’s minePouring another coffee to revive my soulThe blacker the better; deeper than the seaKnowing secrets which youth will always denyThat happiness is real & it’s forever freeNonsense & miscalculations they always spewFor

Have Typewriter

Have typewriter
Not going to travel

Hands Out Of Your Pockets

  Get those hands out of your pockets & love someone Spread flirtatious innuendos so she’ll firmly understand Whispers roll off my lips upon naked skin in the sun & she knows this passion is worth all the misplaced sand   Image by adamkontor from Pixabay