Greasy Spoon Reflections
In to every life must fall an existential lunch or two
Truthful lips will endure forever
In to every life must fall an existential lunch or two
Moving forward doesn't mean moving on
Break upon me as water on the rocks.
There's a lot of ways a day can be perfect.
Or To Come
If I wrote it, it just feels true.
Taking a pause from my usual navel-gazing to say that we're getting on the road, finally.
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: