Smelling Like A French Hooker

Smelling like a French hooker

I guess an old sailor should know

A not so subtle eye roll

Needing a bit more get up & go

The coffee remains too hot

But I really wanna take a sip

I close my eyes as he drives

A smile in remembrance of her hips

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We Exist In A Fortuitous Moment

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We exist in a fortuitous moment
Together in a summery field
Sipping delightful wines
Writing verse on our intercollegiate yields
They want us to come in from the cold
But I’m not concerned about their rules
I’d rather remain isolated with you
Bosh to their arbitrary ordinances to reign in fools

Life Has A Way Of Working Out

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Life has a way of working out

When you rise in the early morning hours

Sip your coffee & focus on the positive

You’ll find inner strength, not superpowers

Quietly sending out the proper vibes

Some days – be humble & pay your dues

Keep calm & marinate in your good karma

For soon, you’ll be running around in your Underoos

I Sit Overlooking The Harbor

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I sit overlooking the harbor
I’m wearing a silly sort of grin
I watch the sails disappear quietly
All the while, sipping a shade of gin
Otis replaying within my mind
His gentle soul resting upon my ears
I’m anxious, but that won’t matter
For the sea will swallow all your fears

Writing Is Easy – I Don’t Take It Seriously

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Writing is easy – I don’t take it seriously
I’m not looking for medals or titles of nobility
But you force the issue – draining beauty & pleasure
I’ll sip my scotch as I watch your displays in futility

Knowing The Sun Will Shine Again

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Knowing the sun will shine again
I sit here basking in the midnight air
A quiet sip from my enduring courage
Thinking naughty thoughts of my lady fair
Knowing I can’t sleep when I can write
I fall back into my imaginative stupor
Only to be shook by the dawn’s yawn
Daylight kicks me swift, right in the pooper

The Truth About Women’s Feet

  

Love wrapped around my mind like a shroud

Full of colors, spectrums & radiant splashes

Not a day without engulfing sunshine

Blinded by pantyhose & false eyelashes

I believed in the fairytale courtships

Sipping champagne from glass slippers

Lovely damsels in need of gentlemen

Revealed to be crude strumpet strippers

My soul could not take this detail

Where was my love with elegant class

Distraught in this new reality

Stuck on feet made for crystal glass

How could my dreams unravel so

This giving me pause to think

Now I understand the truth

That women’s feet actually stink