Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

Man Suit

You say it suits,
I say it seems.
You wear the win,
I dress in dreams.
Our devastated hopes,
becoming souls
the loose-stitched
tropes unravel.
You call me, “rabble.”
And we agree.

LET’S COUNT UP THE NUMBER OF BRAIN CELLS ACROSS EVERY LIVING THING WORLDWIDE DEDICATED TO FACEBOOK. THEN LET’S SLICE THEM OUT, CREATE A FACEBOOK BRAIN AND IGNORE WHAT IT SAYS FOREVER

Ryan North – Dinosaur Comics (gotta hover over the comic to read the quote)

Hello Tuesday

Lots of new followers. I really hope to connect with you all as we pass each other on the dash. Feel free to ask anything you like. I’d enjoy any interaction.

To my lovely faithful followers with whom there’s a longer history, these new folks will have to work hard to live up to the standard you’ve set. You know I’d always love to hear from you. If I’ve been silent for a while, know that my admiration continues.

Hope everyone’s having a great day. 🙂

Billy

Captured Musings

A saint and patron
of idle heros.

Locked away behind a
consumptive mind
in the deep and dark.

Abandoned by Sol,
abused by the moon,
pale skin uncratered
by time.

Thoughts abscess,
memories hemorrhage
staining full lips
with concession.

Suitors weep to save her,
princes spend their fortunes
for a smile.

But if hope found her,
fascination would flutter away
to be pinioned by a hawk.