Matinee show, two orchestra seats
The doors open in five
Chasing Pelham 123
C
Pillow Talk
P
awake at night again
today’s thoughts pass through...
Passing Storm
P
Hand-picked blackberries,
zested lemon, sprig of thyme,
let’s make a botanical brew
for me and you.
Thunder cracks, jumps the sky,
rolls above us like a pair of die.
Keep the rocks cold and garnish fresh,
because there’s no way of telling
when the storm will end just yet.
This Morning
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The sky stared back at me last night; the stars' sporadic stare were that of a spider.
Cheers
C
I heard time travel is a luxury and yet, I'd do anything to stay here with you...