#punchdrunk
B-lankets and pillows never felt better
no matter what surface wearing you + me sweaters
A-ll night under street lights after working so hard
comfort squeezed tight between red and white cars
J-umping from tree trunks to bounce on my balcony
or tripping through doorways lamenting your exiting
A-bsolving my Queen of hearts choking in barren land
between seats, belts, and borders holding your hand
N-estled in bed two children and Halo on your head
lips of flames lost and found ignoring what was said
G-iving Forgiveness for Arrhythmia of Heart
remembering the beginning going back to the start
A-ccepting that no matter how far apart
We are the creators of each others art.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
My ***** felt a feather heavier than iron
As I’d opted for anything other than rollover
Whilst puking up that, “nicer,” guy.
The drink’s a ghost. The scold’s a mixer,
Soured on the rocks, Shaken, not stirred,
Stirred, not shaken,
And without a sliver of, “he,” who’d opt
Accommodate or acquiesce.
Call it, “transcendence,” I guess?
Born a realization that this world’s,
“DOG-EAT-DOG,” or,
“GOD-EAT-GOD,” or,
“GOD-TEA-DOG,”
And should I not comprehend
This very simple reality,
I’d be a doormat unto my own grave.
So I fail, I’m frail, and all for one tail
Prior the act that’d ever invoke,
“Leave;” even atop the eve of beggary.
Resolute? I’d opt for the longer life, perhaps,
Not that I’d wanted to live to long anyway,
But I’d made a choice,
I’d arbitrated one cardinal direction – elliptical.
I’d acted, placated, satiated, intimidated,
Decimated, defecated, wiggled my right pinky
And culminated a prayer atop altars, “godless,”
To never knock upon that door again.
And so, but one question remains,
“Did I?”
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC