Tonight it’s just us here Watching an old rerun Of a detective movie With trench coats and cool hats The jazz night is my favourite Listening …
November Dance
You wouldn’t say dance when you think of this month. Maybe, with a little effort, you could name the dance of rusty leaves. I’ve even written …
But Sir,
But Sir, I did surrenderI did follow my heartIt took me to dark placesThe opposite of smart The smile you see, however,Is sign that I’ve moved …
Throw a Coin Up in the Air…
Which side do you hope it would end its flight? My face in the shadow, my face in the light. The lightness is foggy, the darkness …
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