I'm left chasing echoes in small, empty rooms...
Chasing Echoes
Waiting
And so I sit, waiting for it to rain again...
Eating Treacle
I have many questions for the seagull as I sit on toadstools, eating treacle...
My Neglectful Muse
But here I've stood all alone without my neglectful muse.
Ruminations of a Working Man: Here I Sit
So here I sit, desperately trying to not be a poor excuse for a working man.
A Most Inopportune Time
My muse often visits me at most inconvenient times With two crows making love on a lamppost When one flies into the city to tell Johnny Something of an urgent manner "Finish up your delivery, and we shall move on with our lives" Warm pizza left in front of an apartment Running from the knocks on the... Continue Reading →
Ever Weigh Anchor
And ever faithful he shall be for sea brought him more joy than she. Better a man live a life of leave with enlivened heart 'neath tattered sleeve.
December Rose 