Tumescent passions
Born of concupiscent thoughts.
A ‘wordy’ old man.
Tumescent passions
Born of concupiscent thoughts.
A ‘wordy’ old man.
Social media.
The answer to the question
How to be stupid.
Cut off all my hair
Except for about an inch.
Goodbye ponytail.
House of solitude
Has a fractured foundation
And I’m out of glue.
Either good or bad,
My life is full of waiting.
I live in between.
Because I listen
To my music, not watch it…
Generation gap.
Leave in the predawn,
Work too hard throughout the day,
Return late at night.
Same song every day.
Melody never changes,
Only duration.
At times life seems loud,
But that’s just show and filler.
Follow the silence.
As dawn breaks above
A gathering storm of light
Prepares to attack.