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