I was raised on grain alcohol

and prayer. And if that's

not a powerful combination,

I don't know what is.

I blow up volcanoes daily,



So, you really shouldn't

of come as a surprise.



I realize I can't play

cards, or board games well.

But I'm the best liar

you ever saw. I also

know well enough to know

these words are inert -

they don't mean a thing.



Like this hand on my

thigh, what's the use?

But the hand, like the eye,

has it's purpose.

So, who am I

to interrupt it's job?



A mouths job, on the

other hand, is never done.

From the wine it sips,

to the licking of lips.

It's the only anchor

keeping me from your seas.



But alas,  I have retired

my spectacles. My bleak eyes

have grown old.  So,  

I keep them closed these days,

pretending it's you I hold.



For blind, or for worse...

the better to dream

of you, my dear.