Poetry
Make my coffee black
Make it black Tasty dark waters No cows, no cream That’s the way it should be. Make it darker than a shadow Sipped nice and slow No sugar, no cream That’s the way it should Read more…
Poetry
A king we must enthrone
The umbrella is better than the broom The broom is better than the umbrella The game of musical chairs has begun A king we must enthrone. Strange bed fellows in a vicious zero sum game Read more…
Poetry
Sadness in my soul
Elegiac thoughts streaming into my soul Sad songs that make one cry Of what use is the elegies of the dead past Sad songs that make me cry. Like the malodorous stink of a skunk Read more…