When all else fails, write a rhyme-y poem.

I Love You, Dorothy Parker

Today the rain is a burden

and getting old seems reason enough

for a Kevorkian cocktail, and whiskey

if only I could stomach the stuff.






(this was hard!)


Today, to play, my Muse says no,

Refuses Рshe has thoughts of her own.

Understandably, she wont come along for the ride.

She wants to be left alone.

This happens only occasionally, yet it feels as if she’s died.