the fortieth day

Grey tendrils of smoke Curling round nicotine stained fingertips Under a dimly lit street corner Some forty miles to nowhereReminiscing over the past And sending ghosts into the fog These movers and shakers Eclipsed in the shadows Of the white orb rising above Casting light Where only street lamps throw shade One foot in front... Continue Reading →

back to back facing off

Shoulder to shoulder Soldiers out and about Inside the tin man’s cave Telling tall tales that are short lived Between sips of bourbon Shots are fired In the middle The moon hangs on Tacked in place by Whispers echoing Wicked games Such flamboyant Surfeiting A surefire way To surf waves That learning curve “Woah” Smoother... Continue Reading →

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