Flick the lights off and wander to bed, using caution in every step. For that chair with a shirt on it is now a creature of extreme horror.
By Jeffrey Schamp4 years ago in Poets
The Bier Frauline, alas to serve for her entire youthful life. Drunks all around, never leaving her alone as she walks past.
By Jeffrey Schamp6 years ago in Poets
Slams in short, can be compared to driving a car. You start the engine, as you clear your throat. Shifting gears to pull out, positioning your feet to proceed.
Once a night the bright moon peaks It reaches its height as it finds the cracks in the blinds Silhouetting the shadows as they lurk