I think his end could accurately be attributed to death from Miss Adventure
she was a high maintenance ball buster for sure
we spend so much of our lives killing time and then it’s time that kills us
the poetry reading last night was a fiasco on so many levels, yet strangely it somehow worked
pass the wine, say the verse, break the curse
rain falling the silhouette of a lamppost
circles in puddles and lightning in the sky
hidden away in a bungalow basement trying to escape from the world
nowhere to go, no place to hide, it always finds you
then much to his chagrin, he found his favorite coffee shop out of business
this was grounds for insanity
just his luck, he made a wrong turn at the bus depot and ran into a conundrum
coming the other way right at him
rain drips off the awning and falls into the broken jaws of a sidewalk
hammer, hammer, hammer
vodka brought out a jovial side of her not often seen
not the real her though, it was the smirnoff talking so don’t get too excited
some money in his wallet for a change was conducive to enjoying the evening
not having to rely on the generosity of friends or strangers for that matter
I’ve known downtime and down times; ready for some uptimes
taking the escalator up up and away into the clouds
I try not to think, I try to experience
I’m just a camera taking it all in
the food wasn’t very good, but the atmosphere was five-star
fun but expensive
every day is yet another masquerade
just be you and you’ve won the day
negativity is like an influenza that spreads
and I’m sick of it
What say you O Learned One?
what are your thoughts peerless leader???
where is your spirit of adventure? surely you have not grown too old to have any
or has it caught the last plane for the west coast
