joyful lyric warbling

Dan rushed over, a panic in his eyes like a plague, these terrors overtook the entire karaoke crowd, the songs kept on, the joyful lyric warbling of voices oblivious to the unfolding dramas that preoccupied each of us. Do it now, let yourself go, People who demand a story don’t know how to listen. Dan laid a pick down on the damp table top, a used and abused triangle of plastic. I yearn for the days when actors were pariahs.

Lord Malinov

Advertisements

About Lord Malinov

Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
This entry was posted in books, fiction, literature, novels, personal, quotes, reading, writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s