The Rhyme.
Sometimes a crime, that...

She won Miss Cleveland back in 63,
Did some Commercials for the TV...

From the womb,
Curled up in a ball...

That cut glass voice purring down the line
Hints at seduction and deep red wine...

I have on occasion listened to demanding music...
I have sometimes read difficult books just to...

So you gave the down and out a dollar,
Out of guilt, embarassment, sympathy...

Summer and the Mosquito's are here.
The creeks are as dry as me...

Tourists will chatter and scatter among the...
Even though I'm here and not there...

When I'm lazy and
Can't face the day...

The Canary escaped it's perch
And died of starvation within the week...

Here's a photo of me at eleven,
Shining with life and innocence brightly...

My guitar is out of sorts today
While I am out of tune...