WANDA PHIPPS

MORNING #6

groggy voice hangover head phone rings
work calls money writing muddeled thoughts
Adrenaline rush hands clutch power book
pauses come rapid thoughts
make calls take notes ming push fear waits


Under the love of wars

i looked and thought you were the one for me
but then i looked again and i had no friend
here a alone once again on my own no love lost or
found thinking about the children that wish
they were grown it's not what it is
cracked up to be love gets harder
just ask me