Painkillers

slipping out

aches and reminders

of life

Pains forgotten
It all seems light
But on horizon

The struggle
The fight

Life without pain
Is seductive
Falsehoods generally are
Just a pill to make it better

Just a pill will get you far
Seductive song to get you going
Just as strong to keep you up

This will is full of knowing
When a little is too much

Lost frogs

This blank page staring back
Words filter like strained seaweed
Plopping on the canvas
Like desultory frogs
Wondering how they got there

The flu

Drag me to the river
Dump me right in
I’ll float down to the sea
Where I’ll be done in

Last gasp of the forbidden
Last dance before sunset
Last night on earth

The wine guy

There’s wine in my room
Because I have no room to store it
Because I chose, in my youth that I’d be a wine guy.
Neverminding that I can taste every element of it
including the alcohol
and it’s hard to aquire the taste for something that is essentially poison.

But I’m the wine guy
with opinions on pinot noir vs chardonnay
but really I’m saying that one masks the poison better than the other
That one has a bite but doesn’t feel like being bitten.
That one I can drink but the other I’ll decline because I don’t drink whites
but really it just tastes like oak and rubbing alcohol.
I’ll drink blends because I’m a wine heathen
but I’ll say it’s because the combination meets and creates a uniqueness that must be savored
when I really mean that this combination tastes delicious
I don’t have to control my face to keep the disgust off of it.
After ordering a 12$ glass it’s hard to justify not drinking but wait, ah, too oaky.
It needs to be drunk in one to two years when the finish softens.
I know these things
I’m the wine guy

Midnight breakfast

Heartache’s luxury breathes where lights burn
the thick smell of pancakes and fresh blueberries
passion wakes but all was lost ere it started
words falter in the debate of will or won’t

A mad dash for someone to hold
and lost amidst the jasmine
soft smells of resin and yellow pollen
waiting
unable to speak.

Living for the memories

Fire flashes
last dance
night falls
golden light pours over the horizon
slow walk
more drudgery
memories burst
music swells
bass drops
Bodies writhe in heats abandon

Lost composure

Drunk on light
Barely aware
Slipping away

Hoping for…
Something

Waiting for…
Unknown

Working towards…
Nothing

And the barren notes of a silent Symphony
Crash
I am buried