Drink 1.0

Lone smoke blown

into the absurd crest

of crackling clouds

Aromas of distant, distant,

dist- the distance…My own ambience

Drink 1.1

Is it not that

darkness is the

absence of light?

 

Your absence effaced

by the multilayered

veils of experience

 

Experience is then

thus, the passive

light creates the

necessity

of the dark’

 

Act up

Act out

Act in, in act

Action made, trades

Til’ the sky is crackling

crack’ing, shatter and disperse.

Drink 1.2

Dense abstractions from

a society that is uninterested.

 

For it is not the evils,

the ne’r-do-wells, that

wreck, and reap but

those who are bound

in the purgatory of

indifference.

 

Yet those, O’

and O’ to the Heaven’s

to the Hell’s

Those whose ‘I’dentity

is  dependant or dependent

negation

 

Is it not the villain, Eleanora

that calls the hero

to action? O’ and Oh, Elea’

2nd Drink

The drug of grain,

of wine, of vines

of allotted Merlot

 

A Dionysian

in an Apollonian drama,

the resonance of melodramatic

ambiance

In a world, dimension

that is in an adjacent

cascade of thought.

2.0 Last Drink

Writing deteriorating

as the ambiance wades

into that catatonic,

solipsism.

 

These my siblings, nonetheless

caveats, about caveat

tears into the emptying

bottle.

 

These bottles, as if

a chalice, hides the

contents

But it is all, and

walk  my friend, my

left brain, my brother

Yet and yet, and…

…Yet..

Through pseudonyms

‘I’ age, age, til,

until…