Another night, Bohemian

Strange! Bohemian’s more like it,

how it’s all so curious

but there isn’t a cat in sight.

I think I’ll stick around a little longer—

just for kicks, another Scott…Another.

Good nights with decent people, that’s all.

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ghosts

As a kid I used to be afraid of seeing ghosts.

Now as an adult, I only see the one’s

I’ve created. But I don’t fear them anymore

knowing I was the one they could see through

all along.

a boy can’t cry wolf

I knew I didn’t dream it,

as nausea fills the morning.

Sleeping well as a ranch hand,

counting sheep all afternoon.

I guess a boy can’t cry wolf

anymore, even when he’s dying?

 

 

 

honest fiction

Fill me with whiskey,

I’ll spill some truth.

Fill me with time and no one,

and I have filled pages with reason.

Reason enough to explain the lies

I tried to convince myself true.

My most honest fiction, in truth

is all that I can do.