The Humble Gentleman

A gentleman, smooth, and sultry like earnest winds; his melody swivels: volcanic and flexible. He opens his mouth only to thaw. Banned at the peach pit, molding himself to fit into humble tunnels that shudder in the daylight. His little man...he lassoed the sun. Left us to listen...until all the trumpets were gone. Waiting, waiting.... Continue Reading →

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