Same blog: third name- I can't help myself. Same kind of stuff; a little poetry, a little prose, a little drunkalogue. Some adult themes, and language. Good Times.
A cool breezy
Saturday morning
full of canibus
and coffee,
in shamrock
printer boxers,
I sit down
to write,
changing
the music
from Tom Waits
to something
by Bach,
featuring cellos.
