my dearest _____, i wanted to write an epic poem for you. (i've so many poems for you) it was going to be about the night i stood before your naked body and wept. i wept for: 1. you 2. me 3. the 9th ward 4. the ghosts of hart island 5. and the legions of lonely souls who've decided to chuck it all, ...

kitchen pleasure time
a hand under the table
placed upon your knee

Thanks a sackful, John. Women are my favorite subject to write about, which is probably obvious to a duck at this point. And why not...they're the bee's knees!

Best,

-ph

she likes to keep
her adoring fans waiting.

but tonight, it's only me
lying on the bed,
and watching her
in the mirror,
while every stitch
in the closet falls
into crumpled little piles
of unfulfilled promises
at her feet.

it's a hell of a show.

blurring, softening...
i wish i could remember
kissing you that night

John K. wrote: I threw out the cards with the hearts that you drew
I needed more room for my privates in the drawer

Best part...hands down!!! Thanks John, this really cracked me up!

-ph

Thanks a million Cate...your kindness means the world to me! I hope you'll get a chance to check out the rest of the tunes, if you haven't already. There are 5 in total.

Warmly,

-ph

Hi Woody,

I enjoyed these as well. I especially liked your use of "static" in the first piece. It's kind of a wintry symbol in its own right and it works well here. Good stuff.

-ph

So sorry...I should have been more clear. The songs on my profile are not the same as the lyrics here. This song is in its infant stages. I just wanted to share my music with everyone, so I included the link. As always, thanks a sackful for the kind words Violet. It means everything to me. -ph (beca...

Since music is really my thing, I decided to post the lyrics to a new song I'm working on. I'd appreciate your thoughts. To give you an idea of the vibe of the tune, it's got a Hank Williams kind of thing going on. Though I consider Cohen to be a major influence (as every singer-songwriter should), ...

Vern, I don't know what to say...except that I'm honored and humbled all at once.

Thank you for the kind words. It's especially meaningful coming from a writer such as yourself. I've really been enjoying your work.

-ph

I’m glad you dig it, Lizzy. It’s so interesting to hear another person’s take on it. I left it a little ambiguous for just that reason. Molly Crabapple is an artist, illustrator, and one hell of an entrepreneur here in New York City. She’s also been known to occasionally grace the stage as a burlesq...

i lingered in the back room where you sat with little interest watching the rest of the show. and all the while, you knew what we knew; those other girls, they didn't have a chance. you let your robe fall open, and your naked body was like new fallen snow on filthy Brooklyn streets. your smile told ...

I couldn't say it any better than Lizzy. This is really wonderful. I particularly like the imagery of "the old man wetting down the day's dust on the playground". It transports me back to that time in my own life...really sets the stage. Great stuff.

-ph

My dear Violet, what ever do you mean the Bowery is no longer what it once was? Care to meet me at Crash Mansion and discuss this further? :lol: I really enjoyed this, Vern. Especially the "Sally-Ann" line. It reminded me of some people I've run into during my own rambling. Thank you. -ph