Escape Artist

I'll be in the bathtub drinking bourbon with Balthazar


   My hair became a floppy peony wilting in the sun

   Absynthe makes the heart grow fonder

   I still like the 12 bus

        
cats


I hate eating leftovers but tonight I put my old potato salad into some nipples.

I mean lentils.

I changed my evil ways.

my evil ways



Recovering from a malady

With a skull full of goose down

And Balthazar in my bed



Fork in the Road

Turn Left

Turn Right

Trap Door

The Past