An afternoon stolen, by a whimsical sweetheart

slide me glass and fill it with spirit
I wish to swallow my woeful disposition

these times are pressing and full of tyranny
these fates have been determined
but what of mine?
Where is just reward for I
(the selfishness of it all)
who truly cares
nein
no one
not even I

so guide me to wine
fill up my time
pour to the brim
and let my laments
flow onto the floor
there is nought but a wrenching
wrought from within
to be tasted by forgotten buds
in the back of a vomit entrenched gullet
while the head bangs
and relief is omnipresent but never prescient

To life, neigh
to love, but no
to squandered dreams and sorrowful sobs
for this life is loveless
not a one left to bring me serenity of soul
heart or mind
so fill my glass and let me bite it down hard
until numbness tingles my testicles

***

Burn it through, breathe deep
give it all you've got
burn it out, burn it to the ground

give them a reason to complain
a real reason
don't let them off the hook
come on
burn em hot
stoke the flames, give it all you've got
It's pounding! Thumping through my throat!
I know...
give it the test
make sure nothing's left
See, The tank's not empty yet
burn it longer, burn it stronger
pump, Pump, PUMP
let it consume your very existence
nothing exists but this fire
burn it forever and ever
burn it until the world burns down
burn the night until it lights the day
once the flames have died
burn the coals, burn their heat
burn your lungs into oblivion
give them no excuses
burn your muscles into surrender
burn your heart into life
burn your soul out of strife
burn out the sorrow
cut the pain like a knife
burn into morning where you'll find new life

***

What were you thinking
you obviously weren't
you were feeling and peeling
back the layers of your heart
to an unknown
one that doesn't fill your standard
that has only partial beauty

That beauty is in the right place
look for more in those around
but now is not the time,
her's is not the face

This journey is to be enjoyed
not expended,
splintered into fractional satisfaction

You quantify your chances too often
this game is not called chance
find the rules, locate the odds
there are none to be found

this is not a game

***

Look deep into those lustrous billows
find peace in their stillness
their luminesence is serene
the silver lining is not hollow

Give away your strife to these giants
let them sooth your pounding heart
coast, glide into the sunset
and the world will again seem right