Chronicles of the Runaway Poet
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Through the looking glass...
the fishies are alight... (Lounge Piranha at B Flat)
9/29/2009 10:19:00 PM
Friday, September 18, 2009
For the dreams and the stories and the vodka bottles
I shall for one last time, thank thee.
We have names for our different loves over time
We have games we play, songs to rhyme
We have in secret made our secret liaisons
We have left behind lives and loves and lies of our loves.
For the laughs and the music and the walks and the rainy nights
I shall forget to remember thee.
9/18/2009 11:08:00 PM