Whiskey Hand

Proletariat moonshiner, lost in scandal’s rock solid breast
Waiting for something lucky to pass your way
Waxing jovial, mixing publican
Bootleggin Tempter

Your eyes dance across lies,
Open tip jar laughing

You make lovers wary, crush tears to ice
And rouse weak mean brave,
Hero to toilers and hustlers alike

But when the crowd erodes
And fluorescent sins rise, making way for broom, mop
It’s your chapped hands and sullen mouth I crave

Against my breasts and thighs

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Thank You, My Turn

Billions of years ago, Interstellar lightning created the Big Bang Between us It wasn’t that long ago, really… but if I name it  in time as we understand it  they’ll know it’s you  (But They’ll know anyway )  Apparently, the Earth does  as it shook below your feet,  just as I was writing these words Recall, whichever time after time  that was Me getting dressed first   Me saying goodbye first Me having to return to someplace where anxiety would drive me me away from you Again That time  You said, “thank you,” as I was leaving  and I found it so curious Should I carry that home lightly,  Eyeroll and the whorish insult  or should I let the weight,  deep gratitude hanging in your lilt  wash over me like a security blanket knowing to this we could always return Except: every time you break me. The delicate balance I carry  living in shadows and alleyways  Of my former self spins. I’m off kilter,  a nauseati...
Read more

The Rewind Machine (Pine Grove)

Image
What I need From our future machine  Isn’t in your mechanics Pedantic antics  Those wheels and cogs don’t respond when vigorously stirred, lines blurted   Years of scribbling to you  and for you  on bar napkins Tossed in bins,  black screens with orange font Never knowing what the fuck you want  Old school  College labs, notebooks:  every color of the rainbow  Shit you’ll never know  I lived for you,  But died for me  All for the love you didn’t see  The truth is… I need you here, near, dear  in it with me and in me.    No fear.  Pine My branches are thin,  but can hold a heavy load Your snow, my wind  and all the truth we spin  Identical waning gibbous moons poison bloom, ripped paper cranes   Fire dragon blood, cool blue Neptune In remembered kisses  Lips stained: teenage dirtbag red  Still I wanted you  Wrapped around me in every bed   Pine ...
Read more