one hot summer day I sat down at some café outside and ordered a beer. the waiter brought me a can unopened. no glass… suddenly a shadow hovered over me and a voice asked “would you like to share this beer, please?” I looked up and there was John Lennon looking like he did…
Today is Friday! I haven’t done much, but I took out the garbage.
All of my wisdom teeth are out. Does that make me a little crazy?
Her snoring is like a symphony – loud, quitet, then out of control.
Do you remember who you were, before you were told who you should be?
While it rained all through the night I couldn’t sleep, so I stayed up dreaming.
“No bad poetry!” I tell myself, but I still write it anyway.
Sunny morning first, then rain later – that’s London. She likes it this way.
Woke up hungover… Nothing more to add. It’s as awful as it sounds.
Raindrops gently fell drenching the pavement as soon as I left my house.
TWISTED SKYLINE 