kiss me pretty
in the morning
when the sun drips golden dew
and the rain that fails the night
leaves the concrete moist
after a night of licks
and sweatings
(…read more)
Mike Golby’s daughter Catt celebrates her 14th birthday and Mike shares one of her poems.
{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }
“I’m flattered and honoured,” says Catt, raising her hand to her heart.
“Tell him I have a blog of my own,” she chips in.
I type. She dances off. “Oh, cooool.”
A link as a birthday present? You certainly know how to flatter the girls, Frank.
Teach me…:)
What is her blog’s address?
***
(Alas, this thing I have for the girls, it cannot be taught).
My father really does remember everything i say…inch, by inch. Ah, my blog. Well, is not really a blog. It’s more like a diary-site. Like Livejournal. it’s one of those places where teenage girls moan about wanting to kill themselves because their boyfriend broke up with them. It’s entertaining really.but i make sure, my poetry is not filled with such dribble. That would be sinful! it really would. and thank you for the link of a birthday present. -smiles-
Happy Birthday again Ms. Golby!
Fishnet
There was a birthday and I wracked my brains trying to think of somethin…