"The Pickled Worm"

Last call for Kahlua
Last call for gin
The Grey Goose is in the bottle
It's capped; he's staying in

The Red

As chaos splits, more chaos begins

oh sweet man I adore our mysteries are akin
perhaps we are strangers eye to eye
but lovers

The stage has been set,
The lights go on brightly,
The camera springs into action,
The cast take their places,
They have been

They Sing Of Joy

It's been a long time
Since I sat in the gymnasium
And watched a school play
My granddaughter
Is a four year

"Last call"

thru the eyes of time

the loneliness becomes apparent

bartender, washing with a dirty white towel

curling smoke