Ease into the notion
As easy as
a simple sigh

Soft as a three year old's
why

Condensation
          so
condesending

Four finger high
ease on by , bye bye

Sweet whiskey sky
Pinks and stays
Even the frays
slip away into the
ghost

A sip in time untwines
the lies
as the woods ignite in fireflies

Ooooooh , as the misery soothes my brain
and banishes my pain

Now the afternoon
warmth goes running after
the sun

My glorious moment chills in the black velvet
much like a Black Russian
drives me insane in jealousy

numbingly . . . cold .