To True A Wheel
I ran my bicycle smack dab into the backend of a parked Buick once
Category: Riffs & Poetry
Riffs, raps, song, ink slung to a righteous bass line, and possibly a poem or two.
Mari’s Shoestring
Mari, Mari the stars have gone out!
Please send us a thread…
Floaties
Stars upon our lake of silver plait
Stars * * Spinning * Spinning
Burpin’ Dragons
I stand shining with Milne on this one.
Dearest Vestina,
A word with no twig is a bird.
#PoetryFactory
Would it be more profitable
To be a painter paid by the word
Or a poet paid by the pound?
The Locksmith
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits
ain’t never made a man— True, however
Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas,
done already had at least one
Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim
Is The Sky
My father is the fisherman
Vassal of Poseidon’s tides
Older than Ulmo, older than Nereus
He is The Depths of the primordial seas
Coven Tree
The trick as Witch is to work Magic & not disappear, The trick as Host is to be at your own party
Sylvia’s Longbeaux
I shall de-
sire you of more acquaintance,
Good Master Cobweb…