what will the waves do with their fury?

Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.

Take Them Off!

Who is the Weakest Link?

be not proud

What I pull out may render sad or jolly; Too big for my britches?

coup de grâce

He takes his finger and puts it to my chest.

Soon the Sun Will Be Blazing

Though today
We are
Dazing
While mindlessly
Grazing

When Perfection Eludes

I’m in here.
Scared to death
When perfection eludes.

Mr. Fletcher, my dear.

Such a claim to…
ignominious… glory?

Drove along, he did.

He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.