Journalist Loch is in there somewhere, fighting to get out. I want an excuse to use my voice recorder again.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Sorry I was gone for so long.
Sucking on a marlboro
tan thighs from frayed denim
hair styled good from grunge,
blown wild by wind,
no semblance of sequence.
Days spent hardly justifying
nights spent only self-indicting,
whisky stains over gross mistakes
littering laundry across speckled floor.
Soft spoken leaned against balcony bars,
disappointment glittered sarcastic,
Starting another blog was silly, this will always be my first baby.