So after some stumbles and then a rumble in the streets of Charleston I penned a modern classic a few months ago.
Possum Cat
I walk into the kitchen much later than I should be.
Table center.
Pantry bureau to the south.
Home to the kitchen's most intriguing ingredients.
Rod, full of PB & J.
Bitters bottle looks like people.
Three shelves high make it so.
Sitting here crazy when he makes himself crazy, for a PB & J fool.
That's love.
Broken hand #3.
Anger or Passion?
Either way recovery ain't free.
Hurts my bones and my wallet.
