In distant verdant hills Where morning breaks After night laid Uncomfortable in her moonlight bed Tossed and turned on humid eddies Dreamless through celestial progressions – I see her laying, sleepless Body kissed by lunar rays White linen loose about her Her eyes stare, tired, at the ceiling fan Equating its futile spins With her …
It was the kind of evening that catches up with you all the sudden. The day had passed slowly, lazy puffs of clouds floating over the city like white castles in the sky. I turned pages in the used book and sipped on coffee and all the sudden the sun dipped behind the buildings in …
The record needle scratched at the end of the record. The popping sound would have signaled to the listener to get up and flip the 45. This listener, me, won’t. The whiskey in my hand, and the whiskey in my bloodstream, all seemed to be ok with the sound of the needle scratching the last …