the vigor eases like a carcass meeting its soul mate
gently brought down to the home
all the wicked has been put to rest
and smiles flourish like cherry blossoms in japan
breeze brushes on the side of my sweaty neck
strands of hair in swirls along my back
.the incense burns. The smoke becomes an artist.
it has kept my attention more than most people can

somebody gives life
someone is having it taken away
dogs with cold feet, and felines who have too much
courage when entering your world
the present time, and how Sarah Palin is a *****
hopefully that construction on 595 will be done by the time
I get back, and something good will happen to someone

thoughts like that cross your mind when your on the ride
looking out the window focused on all the things you cant touch
humans who have turned into ants while trying to look for your house
thoughts slowly fade as the ex lover comes to mind
we have all tasted that wine. My glass is now empty.
brewed ripe and sweet, with agony for an aftertaste
I lick the sides. My lips are bruised with a charcoal red.
I ask the pretty flight attendant for another glass.