Night Lullaby

I’m not going to trynor not for you mytortured jail cell cryin the night lullaby. Wisdom greets sootis upon my head brow;the sun has touchedmy forehead’s crown. I am tanned large upto Christ shared much.I wrench of life in allmy mind does touch. Sing softly abodes ofjoy reached be you.So I will sing songs ifit…

Euphoric Buzz

I have a little bag,filled fairly full ofthe stuff that I canget lost get a buzz. Risqué call me forme I am a ricocheton the cusp of whatis a wicked way. I know I go to lightthe spark I embarkto the sea to grave;the Reaper’s remark. Climb into curves,I am sharp but softto touch an…