The Stone Butch Blues played Cassidy’s with such enthused audacity the place went nuts as their hot cuts devoured the hours (C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2019 You can read more of Stephen's writing at If You Haven't Got A Sonnet

The Stone Butch Blues played Cassidy’s with such enthused audacity the place went nuts as their hot cuts devoured the hours (C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2019 You can read more of Stephen's writing at If You Haven't Got A Sonnet
Happy endings are all alike touched with tendings towards a big strike for the good side And bad’s denied before their score You can read more of Stephen's writing at If You Haven't Got A Sonnet
Deep in the well of loneliness it feels like hell It’s all a mess For no one’s there with whom to share your fraught-filled thoughts You can read more of Stephen's writing at If You Haven't Got A Sonnet
Shadows arose consciousness fled The pillow rose to meet my head All noted by the bluest eye with Persian fur You can read more of Stephen's writing at If You Haven't Got A Sonnet