A bit o’Inebriated Late Night Spoken Word to Music
With Dan Small, Jim Rizzo and Jeremy Zev playing, Dan Small mastering prowess:)
Posted in spoken word to music
Winter
I am a lone wolf.
Lone wolves die during the winter.
This has been a long winter.
You are a lone wolf.
You will die early.
I am afraid, our tendencies.
I am afraid this winter lasting our lifetimes.
I am afraid us already dead,
Scrounging at times a morsel
Of our history,
Scrounging our survival.
Posted in poetry, Uncategorized, winter
Tagged alone, dysfunctional love, dysfunctional relationships, loneliness, love, relationships
Be My Little Baby
You set your gun on the table
Tell me I can leave
I lay my triggered crossbow on my lap
Say you’re free
You will not kill me like they think you could.
You would not.
I’ll kill myself with slow and willful skill; it’s simple just stay
still.
I’ll display myself inside a golden coffin
You’ll sing my eulogy be my pallbearer the sole heir in my will
Let’s be fair: You do not
wear a wig to hide your balding head
I keep up appearances
Will make a comeback on some indie label
There will be a reunion tour
Walking back is impossible in these heels
