Saturday, December 19, 2015

bust chops

Friday, December 18, 2015

we do not see

Well no one told me about her

the way she lied.

Well no one told me about her, how many people cried.

But it's too late to say you're sorry.
How would I know, why should I care.
Please don't bother tryin' to find her.

She's not there.

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looks.
The way she accents the colour of her hair.

Her voice was soft and cool.
Her eyes were clear and bright.

But she's not there.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

out and about

a small tribute

 “His life, for years past,

had been mainly a succession of resigned adaptations,

and he had learned, 
before dealing practically with his embarrassments,

to extract from most of them a small tribute of amusement."

Sunday, December 13, 2015