Hearty Burgundy

I wretched with aplomb, spewing my guts out upon newly mowed lawn, mixing toxic with the summer smells grass and blossoms give up. More then cheap burgundy spewed forth as I leaned on the quiet elm for support, anxiety attached to shattered dreams convulsed desperately, joining the wine exiting my body. Again and again my …

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Oh Come On!

[podcast][/podcast] a bit of flash and a bit of poetry… entitled Oh Come On! What’da mean what am I saying I don’t need no sing song rhythm to get past the wax You understood me when I said your fat So slow to get out the door, always stopping to breathe You know what I …

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