butterflies in the garden
dancing from flower to bush
cocaine fear, cocaine sweat
I have the turntable on,
playing old Stones
dogs at the door, whining
they want to come in
water beads on the sides of the beer
slides down the glass
I put down the gun
cross the room
open the door
let them in
.jpg)
I am most happy when trying to create something of interest when writing. I started writing in my 50’s and have a few pieces published in Medusa’s Kitchen.
No comments:
Post a Comment