A book of poetry my mom had published in 1989 that Lois Brown sent me.
He left in a whisper
During one of my regular artistic moods
He says something
About moving on to greener pastures
So there really isnt time to think
The walls say “you arent going to stop him”
The toilet gurgles “youre going to let him leave”
And getting a grip on myself i shout out
“Itll only take me a moment
To get my things together”
And then I hesitate to smoke a cigarette
God, id like to miss one of these
Fabulous social suckers
I dont miss the cheap french wine
And cheese and crackers
Who wants to experience the artists rendez-vous anyway?
Why does fun have to be so really so boring?
24 hours later and still just as mesmerized. Can someone please remind me in 5 months that I just promised to be these chicks for Halloween?
My mans an em
Ain’t no thang. 🎩📟💰🚬📈🎸
💥❤️👣💢🐾🎈☎️📌🚨💥 (at BYOB)
at Lou Dawg’s B-B-Q!
First day out the box #sofreshandsocleanclean
Oooo-oooohh woodsaay wo-man 🐇 @byob_cocktail_emporium (at Hockley Valley, Ontario)
❄️ Woodsman Thor 🌲 (at Hockley Valley, Ontario)
🌀👑 HELLOOOO WEEKEND 👑🌀