I'm lost each night
for an hour or two
in wine's sweet flight
nothing better to do
I fly too close to the sun
then fall back to the Earth
I never die in dream fun
pained morning a rebirth.

Foothills of the Rockies
  Aspen's spread gold leaves,
  grey branches in the trees
  shake in the Autumn breeze.

Young is easy.
     Old is hard.
     Young knows it all.
     Old knows better.
     Young fears nothing.
     Old fears forgetting.
     Young moves free.
     Old moves tethered.
     Young has parties.
     Old has Irish wakes.

The last dance
a final chance
for midnight's
magic romance.

Tear your heart
with broken strings
pull it kindly apart
as the Angel sings
knit it together
as winter is dying
her grandmother
never stops trying.

Peep hole in my sleep
third eye judges me.
God all seeing creep
it never sets me free.

Jack Daniels slept in my bed
kept me warm for empty years.
My lovers, always bored, fled.
Always chased a shot with tears.