Writer • Musician
I might have had a dream where I rode in from Europe I came in from the sea, strode upon the shores of my hometown Miami & up to Lauderdale too Here I was There she was Dancing in the dark 'neath purple and blue neon, cigar smoke over barroom tables dance floor, vacant except …
Through the bedroom mirror the future's hidden in stone-cold expressions piercing smoke filled air and still, with every empty kiss, you leave me breathless Your shoulder bare, lit like a child’s moon Humming softly it's late in the afternoon Your hair, tousled & blonde, Still breathing, Searching a wandering dawn Let me have your gun, …
St. Valentine’s Day Her voice calls out, echoes in the darkness. A twisted laugh screaming down the hall out the street and I’m surrounded by funhouse mirrors. but I know that laugh recognize the perfume She might act real pretty w/ the right jewelry too but inside lurks the demon, & man you best believe, …
Ren Michael 