Shall we raise our glasses to sentiment uncaptured in the Hope that bygone woe fades like a spent cigarette butt? "Laugh ye scalawag, and take they wench by her handles!" Drown my emptiness with indulgence while I feign interest in your bravado, twiddling my fingers in pockets of CHANGE and find meaning in … Continue reading Slithering Whispers
Who can say how the palm frond will fall wrapped delicately around a stone fountain like the outstretched arms of the sistine chapel. Anymore who can say how the market will turn, whether Apple will rise or facebook will fall like the ebb and flow of the ocean's tide. I lay reclined at … Continue reading Fateful Coincidences
Infinite and blue glimmering under sun or moon her love is an ocean. Storms rage in the distant past frothing crests and deep troughs undulating ripples today. Like a rock on the Shore her steady flow eroded My edges into a fine sand. Grateful of the storms, now I shine in the sun and admire … Continue reading Her Love an Ocean
Beguiling eyes betrayed her glowing smile. No amount of Crest could hide an absent father and jealous mother lurking behind hazels. She commanded attention: red stilettos, a mini skirt, legs for miles. Long fingers artfully cradled a dirty martini. She...bitter as an unpitted olive. "This one's for Jagger," Her friend folded napkins … Continue reading Origami Napkins
Workers like pigeons pecking blindly stab for morsels in the marketplace. Bread crumbs bear no fruit for beady blind eyes on bobbing heads clawing at brick and mortar.
Five times I told the quicksand in my heart become a target. Birds and feathers, quills and pens, binary inconsequences to fill the void.
Sprouting leaves in Spring decorate ashy winter branches. Musky pheromones waft across streets as furtive eyes follow fertile females touting long legs and bare skin. Three men, one wearing a beret, the other with a tweed coat recently removed, and the third a heavy mustache, discuss politics and sip coffee in a nearby plaza. … Continue reading Spring in the City