Back in the USA
Crazy trip. I apologize for missing two Poetry Fridays, but if I wasn’t drinking, I was sleeping and if I wasn’t sleeping, I was severely needing to sleep. Long story short, I have a lot of material to work with, but I was in no state of mind to sculpt it. I’ll work on catching up (OMFG! Poetry Tuesday?) and will hit you with a recap of the trip when I wake up. Peace/Love
Growing Together Awake amidst solid night, I imagine the first time I opened my eyes to see the flower I’d known by its roots since our planting. Placed at opposite ends of the flowerbed we grew together until picked for separate sweethearts, shriveling into dust the wind returned to the same soil.
An Act of God at the Bellagio, 1999 Dice rolled like thoroughbreds bounding out the starting gun landing on soft green, the indoor practice area for golfers and hacks alike. Mike pushed open the restroom door drying his hands with denim thighs. The sun had clocked in two hours ago, but Mike saw no harm in a cocktail, awake since before yesterday’s sun had spelled the...
I just got word from my buddy, Seth, that he needs a wingman in Europe. I’m clearly the man for the job. Seth, you did the right thing. Not only do I speak 1.25 languages, but I have a working relationship with techno music and I’m a whiz at self-guided tours. I’ll be departing almost immediately after exams (May 17 or 18) to meet Seth on foreign soil. The tentative schedule...
I’ve never met a person I couldn’t call a beauty…I always hear...– Andy Warhol