As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Saturday, December 16, 2017

How Fast We Go

Into the day

Even when we sit and watch

How fast the morning burns


And noon runs red lights

Leaving us

With afternoon

Like Dicken's ghosts

Impatient and demanding



Like a gracious host

Soothes our stirring

Anxious will

With promises


For other days to feign