When I think of
Paris I think of
you sitting there across
the garden and amidst
the rhododendrons and hydrangeas
sipping on an aperitif
You looked so confident
minding your own business
But I being American
I interjected I interrupted
your solace by asking
would you join me
I meant for dinner
You meant for life
So here we are
Category: Friendship
OneMight
I didn’t know how
much I would until
I did Once done
one knows but until
done one only thinks
that one might and
thinking that one might
is as certain as
thinking that one will
ChapterXXIV
As I have now
turned the first few
pages of my new
chapter what I find
that I’m looking for
are a few meaty
characters and just maybe
a villain to carry
my story to its
end but alas here
men scatter like geese
frightened by loud noises
How’s a writer supposed
to tell a story
absent of any characters
Sure I still have
some from previous chapters
but I do feel
a plot twist coming
One day I might
stumble across a character
that will carry the
story of me across
the finish line but
until then I guess
some expose will do
HowWeSee
From my apartment window
everything always appears smaller
The gas station skyscrapers
and even the mountains
look like they are
pieces on a board
game it’s called perspective
Now if only I
could see my feelings
thusly rather than the
monsters which hide in
closets and under beds
I guess those things
closer are always scarier
Hat (for Jadon)
I love hats
I have many
I often carry
several with me
throughout my day
I have my
writer hat and
my lover hat
my goofball hat
which is a
beanie with propeller
I have my
dunce hat complete
with pink chagrin
Oh then there’s
my cigar smoking
Daddy hat allowing
me to smolder
But my favorite
hat of all
is no hat
But no one
ever sees me
then for I
am delightedly invisible
