michaelsparkle

The Perfect Lonely....

Cue Drop.
The vinyl crackles and pops.
Some old John Lennon begins to state its position.
Then the white wine swirls and drops.
Throw glass into working sauce; dinner for one.
This is the best meal Ive made alone. Taking to the little black couch, I begin to scrawl notes on a found, out dated flyer.
The title tonight: To build an empire.
The atmosphere is perfectly set at Chez Mikey, my humble 3rd story abode. We find it tonight creatively clean. And the Black Pearl? She sits in the drive, filled with gas and poised, ready and mean.
Attending to the plan of attack, the schedule at hand, in my compromised penmanship I lay out the agenda. I lay out the plan.
The Empire Comes Together
Right Now
Over Me.