i ate barbecue
over and over again
for sixty six years

a peace on summer breeze
let sunshine on the trees
and psychedelic days ablaze
with vivid colors in this haze

sky at dusk would lie in wait
and serene was the moon
nearing fate that water was sedate
and the pool flattered me

smiles were frozen upon themselves
with clover and chairs
clustered this grille; with shish kabob  
and flavor that savored the heat

where fire instilled tonight
fore the air was succumb
to this lazy hour of credit
in this town as love beamed

straight to the heart
where tears were heartfelt
and roses where red vinyl was hot
and spun well with the next track

The thing about you
is that you’re pathetic, too!
Forgive me, I’ve had a few.

Five drinks in you start to spew,
"I think it’s true,
the thing about you

that left me no one to live up to."
I should have said what we both knew:
"Forgive me, I’ve had a few."

Instead I send a needle through,
by means makeshift voodoo,
the things about you

that drown me in a root beer brew:
those ******* eyes of fizz and warmth and Xanadu
and please forgive me, I’ve had a few.

So, I hex you in that way I do
when I didn’t ask to hear your view:
"WELL THE THING ABOUT YOU–

Forgive me, I’ve had a few."

A log cabin, I'd built for myself,
A make shift swing waiting to engulf,
I would like to wake up to my snore,
Only to snuggle deeper under my pillow...

Steaming mug of Coffee in hand,
Favourite books at the side stand,
A barbecue grill by the banks of the river,
With only few birds to share the pleasure...

Though time is frozen in this land,
It should be racing at the land of despair...
I wake up to the sound of alarm,
In a clumsy hole called my home.