night
nibble
at
your heart
but
not your feet
where
the soul
and
the river
meet

Attention to detail goes a very long way.

Heed signs at a distance
or be hit in the face by them.

It's your choice.

Souls shaded outline
Ash parchment descending slow
Heavens light burnt bright

Poetry is surely the finest wine
Its words most lavish *****
You get drunk with every line
By the end all sense you lose!

There’s no wine to cast more spell
Whiskey ***** gin or ***
So long in it your thoughts dwell
Soul suffers blessed delirium!

Ecstatic is the poetry’s fizz
The froth at the mouth of nib
Gushing out of passion unleashed
The kick with each falling drip!

Poetry is among the best antidotes
When I crave a drink or two
I inject its overwhelming shots
Pains melt to moistened dew!

Draw a breath,
Getting closer now.
Let it go,
And you're practically hugging death.

All the time
Between getting it and letting it go
Won't slow your climb.
Sorry if you didn't want to know.

You can pick up your feet
When this is all finished and read,
And forget all about that friend you have to meet
As soon as you're dead.