Drujnk

Where's my other shoe?Head is heavy, wanna sleep,It's so hot in here.I like how the porcelainfeels cools on my face.I'm fine. No, you're drunk. Shut up.

Sweet January

I cannot remember a time when January did not bring me dread,I am, after all, a child of the new year, of deep winter, of power outages,of "don't be greedy for your birthday, it was only just Christmas,"and other such memories that secretly made me wish I was a Spring Child(Queue the laughter from my … Continue reading Sweet January →

reincatnation

If I had a choice,I'd like to return a cat,and lounge in the sun.And the lady I live with,Would treat me most handsomely.

thoughtless

Thoughtless is the wind,To take up my musings so,And leave me... thoughtless.

Until Morning Comes

A chain of street lamps,Illuminate the path home,For all such sweet fools:By virtue of youth and wine -Immortal for but a while.

Reject Modernity

The New Gods don't deserve our faith,Who can tend to the Needful,Those who lacked the cool patience,To appreciate mornings,Their endless revolutions,And the sweet sublimity,Of sleeping in on a work day?

Unkempt

You liked my hair like this,Roughly tousled, Stiff and splayed about,Treated with cheap shampoo,And what's conditioner, anyway?You'd sleep with my head on your chest,Enveloping me in your softness,While your fingers stroked through the mess,And when I'd wake my hair would be all the worse,Or all the better, depending on your point of view.

Jealousy (Fool)

A fool's bawdy laugh,Jingles in my empty head,Ringing home old cheer.I envy the mirthful gits,No thoughts can brew no troubles.

In a Cluttered Atelier

I'm not fond of it - too quiet, too observant. You always telling me to shut up and observe, Maestro. Shut up. You at least have arms to clean the atelier when you annoy me. How does one punish this? Unplug it, perhaps? That's murder! Oh. Well, give it a brush - let's give it … Continue reading In a Cluttered Atelier →

allergies

I sneeze and sniffle,But summer mornings this lovely,Are worth the trouble.