What plans may make
To bind, to break
Seal me in
This burning skin
And dance my eyes
To take
haunted rows,
Midst fallow groves
The flowers fair do reach
And on your brow
You wear
your crown
of twist goldenrod
My soul is yours to keep
What plans may make
To bind, to break
Seal me in
This burning skin
And dance my eyes
To take
haunted rows,
Midst fallow groves
The flowers fair do reach
And on your brow
You wear
your crown
of twist goldenrod
My soul is yours to keep
There is door
between moon
And
stars
All draped in blackest tack
Whilst it breathes
You’ll find me here
amidst the wreathe and wrack
Narrow back
And
Twisted rose
A smile made of lack
To my home
I must go
Ere the night bites back
With fang too long
And skin too green
He sits atop my desk
Watching a scene
He knows too well
Of flightless birds and summer best
The fool dances his tune
A merry wanderer
Giving chance a shaking
A snowstorm in a snow globe
Each piece set in ribald chase
Each course changed
A subtle shade of yearning
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
This blank page staring back
Words filter like strained seaweed
Plopping on the canvas
Like desultory frogs
Wondering how they got there
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
Red sky’s give warning
but blue sky’s are just as bad
Give me a grey sky full of mourning
Or a night full of stars
Is it OK
that I think of
holding you?
It’s
the only way
I can fall asleep
…
Sometimes
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