I often drift to the big band thoughts
brass and shots and smiles caught between red cheeks
and fleets of people on their knees just to please
and to grease the wheels of pleasure whether weather permits
whether shame enters the mix, it is no matter.
Once splattered; mind shattered, once the dam is broken
and reality floods, I've been shammed from hammed
when the glory starts to part and departing myself
in a way that seems unfair, and I've never faired better daze
no matter the institution if the seeds are in ground
then my head floats around and my eyes are least dense
so they float to the sky. My mind goes dull for lost breath
due the proper winds on proper days and fabrics ablaze
or so I wish, I kiss the lips of the flames and can breathe once again
A cock among hens, and should they play contend or shiver
I'd sliver these notions and fester those potions until readier
heavier concoctions bared resemblance to the entrance of something wondrous.
I would if I could, or maybe that's a lie.
Regardless of truth, these day dream pursuits
are fruitful and splendid though they render me helpless
and speechless for each kiss, each thought drowns life in the pot.
But the steam is what I sought but it's not what it ought.
I look in your eyes and I'm shot.
