sock and buskin
Held aloft by spotlights and musical instruments I languidly attempt to break through ambivalence My delicate soprano echoes in tones morose And I silently debate …
gather ye rosebuds while ye may
The fear of the morrow dare not hold sway Over the brave and merry who have claimed today Fortune and chance may still fall in …
quiet in the peanut gallery
Rain had a way of lending the usually seedy-looking 11th arrondissement an inebriating charm. A scent almost like the little dish of pennies I kept …