I was raised on grain alcohol
and prayer & 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
you of my dear.