Sleep comes to those who wait
slumbers of nothings
and dreams of melodies
caress the inevitable fate

Expression laid like a place setting
table cloth pulled and dishes wobbling
waiting, leaning, and feigning
for an answer to start believing

But I wait, patient and still
Vermouth, spilled *****
and whiskey, tacky kills

Another sunrise
two more setting
surprise me in the morning
unrested and humming

A glass of water
filled with ice
balancing
next to a butter knife

Sliced smooth
intransigence
coupled delight