Ode To Chandler

On days when happiness was as rare as a fat postman
and you feel lower than a badgers belly,
and the hours crawl by like a sick cockroach

I met an old man who was as thin as a honest alibi and
and a face like a lost battle
and a voice that even whisky failed to improve

He asked me if i had seen this girl who
smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight
and whose voice was as cool as boarding-house soup
and who is almost as hard to get as a haircut.

I said No.

Tall Claims (aka Fat Chance)

(Said He)
I am a snake
I am a viper

(Said Me)
you are a snake
but not a viper

you are a gunman
but not a sniper

you are the harmless rat snake protecting the grain
you are the boy next door of the next lane

His Life

sandwiches amidst whores
drinks amidst bores
numbness amidst sores
sixes amidst fours

Once Upon A Time

There was a girl who loved me
WHY??
Now she no longer loves me
Sigh!!