Theme for Wine
It is an evening
Mid-season some time
I sit down to sip
A glass of wine subtle nip
Twice filled before
Prior hours of hors d'oeuvres did crave
And mind runnings have begun
Sprinting in my brain
Once again I make no amends
For what I think
I think that I know of this thought
Self-taught with educational flair
My intuitions soft sweet declare
There is something in life hiding
A reality kept silent from
Itself cannot come to be
Unless already upon
This second reality
Which here is where its here is
A higher layer in which to live
And a knock snaps hard
Repeatedly upon my entrance-way door
Until no longer do I tolerate
Such incessant constant pounding
Across the room
I stumble carpeted fallings
Crooked in a crooked world
A beach of sand self-fulfilling
The door I reach
I open and see
An agent in officer clothing
Snarling face debonair
Grizzly brainwashed hair
Oh not again
It's the Thought Police
My mind he's come to shrink
A fine for time free thinking
Outside of time told true
I pay this fee indignantly
Tossed towards the man in blue
Only then begins my mouth to speak
"You're so much earlier than you were last week."
I Smell Lilacs in Autumn
Sweet Spring within
The death of leaves
Begins
Arousing strange senses
Confused states of natural bond
What I smell O wait!
What I see
My skin silver of life
Of death mortality bound
I smell lilacs in Autumn
I see flowered bloom amongst
Dead dying trees
Leaves falling surround
A blushed serenity
Sweet beautiful bloomed Spring
Glowing sweet nurturing
Warmth anew and yet
My breath brisk
Of pumpkin burnt air
I shiver
For yet I see lilacs bloom
Sweetly in all honesty
Sweetly of a woman fair
Her sweet love given me undared
Sweet Summer late
that falls away
An essence discrete
Entranced I fall dreaming
Loss of cold feet
I fall asleep upon peat
Tranquility cold dying
The dead colored leaves
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