Poetry walks into a bar.
She gets drunk
On life.


F.Z.**N

If he can break me,
He can break you.


F.Z.**N

I tasted sweetness
My mind wandered
you had the key
to the deepest chambers

Imagination created wolves
howling to the moon,
me, imitating them as
you tasted sweetness
(and success)

Flashes of primary colours
washed my thoughts
into a rainbow sliding
around to the next where we
would finally
both taste the sweetness

walk with me
turn off your sorrow
let your bones roll away
don’t let your residue go astray
you will see them
when you get there
to the place
you left in despair
it’s dark and dusty
poorly lit
a wide case of stairs are there
do you remember it
a man in a camel colored linen suit awaits
he hands you a hand crafted wooden box
you open the box
it is velvet lined
it is full of needles
among the needles is a folded letter
you wrote it the day you left
you left in despair
it contains your answers but you already know
you ascend the burgundy stairs
to the place above
you stand suspended in nothingness
stillness
there is a corner of a window pane
through it the skies are blue
they call to you
for if and when
you ever decide
you’re ready for
the other side