Things have changed, look at my face. Can’t brand me a bitch, put me in my place. You laughed, and snickered, unclever retorts! Hold tight to your lines, you need your cohorts. You exacerbate, hush, and patter. I’m not gorging a dish of conciliate matter. Winds are changing, deck hands revolting. It’s blowing, blowing,…
Month: December 2018
“Gents”
Dear fellows, Let us make a trade. Your Masquerade for my Madcap- Though it will never go. Oh what a perfidious year, my dear; My heart is on the wire. It’s been a long time coming And so it goes- down, down we go.
SAVE A CHRISTMAS CAROL
I have two correspondences in my hand. One for me, the other for you. Soon, you’ll find out why… If only my spirit guide had noticed someone following me into the World of Literature- where all literary characters and gods live- a little sooner rather than later; or, if I hadn’t overlooked it myself, I…
A Bird’s Song
Dear Lily, Dear Livered- come, don’t be afraid. You won’t find no mousetrap, I’ll let you play. My hair don’t flame, no obscurity, nor dark shade. Some say my kind is more like champagne. Drink till your gems burst, heels over head. Stratagem in motion, partake of my spread. Poor Helter, Poor Skelter- insipid and…
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