A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
The Sunday Muse #178
a nowhere man
without a plan
to knock at his door
or a surrogate mommy
himself to adore
a dirth of ambition
a dab of debonair
headed for nowhere
Yes I can see that too Bev, and that last line made me chuckle! Have a great weekend my friend!
Sounds like the younger set now, 'cruising'. When our younger daughter was growing up no kids could travel the same way twice on any street in town so they all took their bods elsewhere, to Galveston (Texas)...
Definitely want to steer clear of him!
Maybe he's a poet!
Perfection. Rhythm and warning in one.
Ah yes nailed it with thay rhyme. Bravo.Much💖love
Good rhyme and insightful words.
A perfect warning, perfectly poetic.
I think he looks like a young Marlon Brando. I'm sure a lot of people described him that way. Great character study, Beverly.
I think you took one good look at him and just KNEW!!!!
Beware of the debonair...