A man dreams
midnight, sheltering
sultry bedfellows
bedazzling
beauties, sing,
“X to the 9,
leave it all
behind, sail
as one, to
the none,”
I stop and think,
of days in the drink-
of mirrored brews,
these tears of old,
shed and trodden
through-
Days in the black,
feel so very
red- each wasted
moment, arterial
fed. Toss, and
turn,
midnight exegesis;
a man
dreams, midnight…
Tell me
you love me,
you’ll never let me go,
crumbled digital
remains, of time
betwixt sorrow time,
a joy filled tune,
carrot cakes, swindled
you, upon
bonnets grey,
humbled nouns
obey, stoic steeds lead,
a lion’s breath,
fetid, sour
filled kisses,
of love, sorrowful
love, in a
hand-breadth, torn
away…
There’s a boldness
to the pen, each
sultry stroke,
imagining creation
wings, up
and away,
carrying bold
minds, nearer
the brink-
etching crystal
canvas, des mots
they flow.
A man dreams
midnight, sheltering
sultry bedfellows
bedazzling
beauties, sing,
“X to the 9,
leave it all
behind, sail
as one, to
the none,”
I stop and think,
of days in the drink-
of mirrored brews,
these tears of old,
shed and trodden
through-
Days in the black,
feel so very
red- each wasted
moment, arterial
fed. Toss, and
turn,
midnight exegesis;
a man
dreams, midnight…
