quietus
so Swift, that other shoe drop my becoming anachronistic as that opening line as yesterday’s wear and tear fashions threadbare the naked truth of the ………..
Fatal Flex
Late autumn plays the angles To corner the market of dining room pocket litter- A hard wiring of ninety – degrees a must to wet ...........
Six Months And A Wake Up- Again
Again, Standard Time has its day say- dim whispers in the dark. You don’t say, Sotto voce? I don’t, but how hard and fast Can ...........
This Post No Longer Has Legs…so I’m going to walk away.
ften noted, poemin’ for me is a jones. A hard habit. A trick, a trait, a bent, a craving, a monkey on one’s back. Now ...........
Gonna Ghost …so starts the repost.
Self Serving Time I’ve had an alias and an alibi and spent some days in a dungeon of two make it three—four pick any damn ...........
The New Shows A No Go so -Reruns Of Autumn
Oh No, Time For A TKO Mark to market this this lazy noon soon to purchase one fat ass pumpkin a patch of candy corn ...........
Escutcheon
Armando’s six words for me to show my poeming idiocy. Disposition; shield; bruise; sustenance; Monday; electoral Escutcheon My dust to dust mid-Monday disposition is more ...........