Intoxicating memories of youth sipped through slender glass
Like ghost wine and sweet sunshine
Warming up the brass
Disarming warmth
Of moments dead
Seamstress of synaptic thread
How you pluck my heartstrings
With those sharp things
Just to watch me beg for more
The existential vacuum howls, it screams, strings of drool, mouth agape.
Pushing us to silence it under the blunted blows of our momentary escapism.
A sigh of relief as we step with clumsy feet and scuffed up shoes toward the encroaching void.
Trying to strike a balance between action and…
Tempting gravity along the delicate tightrope stretched between hell-chocked oblivion and white-knuckled survival I sway left to right.
World caving in around me like some kind of slurping black hole.
Drilling deep into every flower dotted field that ever made me felt grateful to be here.
A merciless spiral pulling…
Rye
Frozen amber swirled, fingers wet, unfurled.
I’m just sitting here trying to race the rye.
Snaking and swirling down, down, down.
Down into the red velvet caves that reverberate.
Sailing through the wrinkled folds of thoughts untold.
Trying to just figure out what the fuck is going on.
