Separation Anxiety

I separate myself from the others again tonight.  Familiar faces, going nowhere…I’m off kilter, but I don’t want to leave.

Like a broken record, I must go ‘round, obsessed as I am with music and seeing life as I do through crystalline Bogart & Grace glasses.  Oh, maybe throw in Hepburn’s sunglasses, too.  The facets [...]

The French Whore Who Would Not Sing

When she opens her unsmiling red painted lips
I expect to hear a song in French
Something sultry, contralto,
“Tu es mon amour,
mon coeur, mon tous,
mon avenir et mon passé.”
But she sings in a nasal soprano
without soul, something modern.
It’s an English faux dirge
Filled with what passes for class
But with its knickers showing,
Pale angst included.
Where’s the [...]

Absinthe Makes the Mind go Yonder

Like being underwater,
Voices are garbled and faces waver.
For this night my world is “happy”.
Whatever that means, really,
But there’s a smile on my face,
And nothing morose enters
The bitter-sweet catacombs inside my head
Just the music and the safety of noise
From people seeking this word “happy”,
Much like me…
There’s a certain comradery here.
This sweet state of cheerful oblivion
Is known [...]