Champagne and airplanes
A whisky soaked week slips by
And returns me home
Drilling machines toss
Dust and debris up from walls
And the shreds of peace.
Beef stewing for lunch
Mistook the box for curry
Oh well I’ll eat it
July, you’re here now. The summer sun and dog days The year quickly fades
Assembling mixtapes
Tonight the dogs do not bark
The bats wander blind
Stranger, take your place
Not at the top of my mind
That spot is reserved