Dec02

Dear Philip, These are dark days, Phil, dark days indeed.The kind of darkness upon which we feed. Our giftwrapped muse is society’s waysAnd our pondering words pattern a phrase. For you, oft quoted, still loved and cherished, For me, not known or wanted ’til perished. And still there is inspiration in you Which brings me…

Jul13

One half frowns, the other half grinsWe make of it what we can, but nobody wins.In the folds of my capeI feel my fallen heart try to escape.I tighten my grip on my fakest old propTo prop up the broken dolly grip’s strop.Behind the scenes he cries too,But only because he’s part of this crew.To…