Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

Wash Out

Crayons color correct
monotone pickup lines.
But will pickups stick,
without a bed liner?
We’ll find out or flounder.

Tidal

On white waves
we wade in,
blushed red
dismay sins
in sun-checkered forays.
Antibodies a-blaze,
our fever will break
when we’re seared.

An Acorn

There are those that
scribe slender and subtle
phrases like zephyrs.
Then there are the
broad, bold brush strokes
unnerving and honest.
And I’m just a squirrel
burying thoughts that
I pray someone uncovers.

Ruin

‘Cause that’s what I do.
Conflate candles with
can haves and leave
honor dappled with
shadows of careless displays.