The infamous English muffin
Was no muffin at all
It was a disguise
Of disgust
I had in my eyes
The infamous English muffin
Was no muffin at all
It was a disguise
Of disgust
I had in my eyes
Tuesday conversation
In a rainy way
Make for a late night
After a long day
Into the morning
I go
With a new conversation
Being told
Over the hedge
In plain view
What was stolen
Was witnessed by me
And you
No doubt cast
Over the shadow
Of memory
What happened in that
Moment in history
Will live forever
In infamy
Along a winding path
Paved sun-glazed cement
Baked with a hazy grey sealant
With summer shoes
Raking the rocks
Along the freckled
Grass
Sunscreen scented fragrances
Illuminating hiatus
Under the strung out
Santa Monica Sun
Braided greens
On the west end
Seems
Over to top
Beside the ocean
Good times
Signed rhymes
Of uncharacteristic hue
What holds me down
Pushes me up too
Coffee afternoon
From a day well on
It’s way
Through the orange
Lights of morning
On the 405
Driving
The drive
Wake up the senses
Into the day
Onion opinions
The popular trend
Begin again and again
With the same refrain
Said for days
A lazy sleep
Will wish me away
From the stinky options
Of spoiled onion breathe
Upon a delicate day
Casts shadows of death
Take the helm
In a shaky ship
Overseas
Of the blunder
Under the
Tip
16 fluid ounces
On a can
On a table
In a bar
Around the corner
Screams out
To drink