

Limerick of PressmanThere once was a DoctorLimerick of Pressman
named Pressman Who with brilliance and beauty
impressed men Though my thoughts did linger, The ring on her finger Shocked And dismayed And depressed men.


taste of desperationthe familiar twist of the 'testines accompanies this halfway point between fight and flighttaste of desperation
why?
you know WHY but you want to know WHY NOW?
Did The Death of John Henry Clark alleviate any of your ills?
Does Jill and Eve drive your attention? Do you find glory in pugilism? Do your future prospects shine Or are they murky with grime?
Perhaps it is the latter rather then what you are thinking
boldness is what you need in thought and in action
cower away and die and if you die regardless, die proud and s


o home, i long for theeO Home, how I long for thee Was I a fool to ever leave your side?o home, i long for thee
Thine crisp air, breezes that chill me to my marrow and exhilarate me
all thine colors vivid, blues and greens for mine eyes are starved for the moon bright, providing, reassuring your air, clear and clean
it is by thee where my heart is though i may stray
my friends and family shall always be by thy side but where will the world take me? Far Away From You?
I miss you I mistreated you, did not appreciate you I love you still, and someday God Willing


no associationthe song plays and the emotion that shouldve been evokedno association
is not there
not numb but not feeling no face to apply not a feeling like the tank is empty just that the tank is low.
and so the radio croons those words that once made me long for those i had or did not have almost no effect on me
they do not move or provoke or invoke no association with these lyrics and melodies can i find within myself no matter how hard
i dig through my chest cavity.