wine has had her way with me tonight

pushed me
shoved me
drugged me

but i let it happen

i gulp the way she
muses me
uses me
abuses me

how is it love when i
am so weak
struggle to speak
reach my ******* peak

wine has had her way with me tonight
it's too late to
contest her rancid plight

until tomorrow night...

burns with the first sip
stains
my heart yearns
to be
tamed
by the
drunk love
that's ruled above
new passes are
grisly glances

oh well

just give me more glasses
of red wine

wear do we learn the rules?
                    the                rules
of riting

who says we have to
stay
                   in
                      the
        lines

why Should it                   matter
          where
i write
How I spelll
weather; I use the right punctu
     a-tion

where is the Creativity

if  y   ou    always
                  the
     follow
                        ?rules

time tells a story
he lives a
ticking
       itching
life
wanting to go faster
or
     slower

the story of his life.
repetition.
the story of his life.
repetition.

ticking
     itching

the story of his life
tick
tick

time is trapped in his
own time
trapped in his life
life trapped him in time

the sad story of time

cherubic smile
cautious slant
stammered calmness

curiously seductive

you may not see her,
but she's always around

as soon as you start to chase her,
she's out of your grasp

she just happens
she will find you

Love likes to catch you off guard.
Let her

tomorrow's nothing;
for wishers and wannabe's.
live in the present

chained by the monster
released heart breaks into shards
lifetimes till rebirth