Ease into the notion
As easy as
a simple sigh
Soft as a three year old's
why
Condensation
so
condesending
Four finger high
ease on by , bye bye
Sweet whiskey sky
Pinks and stays
Even the frays
slip away into the
ghost
A sip in time untwines
the lies
as the woods ignite in fireflies
Ooooooh , as the misery soothes my brain
and banishes my pain
Now the afternoon
warmth goes running after
the sun
My glorious moment chills in the black velvet
much like a Black Russian
drives me insane in jealousy
numbingly . . . cold .