It was a most troubling delivery for Godot's Bistro. Clearly, the newest methamphetamines prescribed to his now second-favorite sous-chef did precisely their job in handling their worsening ADHD symptoms by obliterating a sense of general rationality altogether. "I must have... missed a decimal or two on the distributor's tags," the distressed sous-chef exclaimed, breaking out … Continue reading It was a most troubling delivery
The winds of summer,Laden with humidity,Steals away my breath.
Despite the summer heat,Shivers crawl up my spine,Submerged in the chill,Of your judging eyes.
I continue to live this feckless lie, That time is the healer of all things, That "moving forward" is to mean, "You can leave the past behind," When truth says otherwise: After this journey, I'm back again, To the start, The end, Still.
Along this river,The boundary of my land,And it seems, my life,This, no longer my country,A nation of strife and war.
Summer scorches roads,So even seasoned merchants,Take the scenic routes.
Reaching for sunlight,Aching for morning’s embrace,So the flower blooms.
The artist I abandoned,The paramour cut me loose,But we find one another,As surely as the sunset,Armed with new faces, of course,Sculpted of salt and bone, so,We pray to forget the pain.
A cold stiff drink is the best remedy for heartbreak, Something dark, alluring, a little cruel, Like love now lost to you, Now the classic jukebox remedy might soothe the fresh ache, Turning wounded rejection into artful cool, Or something just to cry to. Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, “Juke” as … Continue reading Jukebox Remedies
Love is immortal,Child of heavenly romance,Avenger of betrayal. Love, once born, lingers,An undead and haunting thing,That shadows all of my thoughts.