Froggy Morn

When it starts to taste

like lacquer thinner

instead of fine wine

you know it’s time…

when you’d empty

the vault

for a single malt …

you know it’s time…

thinking scattered

what mattered

was the frog

in my shower

it took me a while 

to decide

I don't think it's mine

V

doorlight

 It was Beverly. It was early. She got back too soon and caught me. It didn't have to be, but she disgraced me in a way I doubt I'll ever forget. Chiding me with her ridicule, sentencing me to a monastery of denial…the isolation…oh, I did it, but damned if I admit it.

V