What do we have here?
Looked through some old files tonight. I can't believe this spilled from my brain at one point in my life. I miss that idealistic boy.
Sanguine Flask
Memories slide down mind’s throat
drop chasing drop of wine,
flickering warm spreading
arms outstretched flask of sanguine,
A drip remembrance catalyzed
like rolling frames of an old movie,
flashing pictures out of focus
fuzz-edged film delightfully hazy,
Dipping into the breath of past day
to fill a mug till brimming,
her whisper across my throat
passing through me sweet rapture filling,
Masquerade air cloaking substance
in peacock’s vibrant clothing,
a mask of cheer and halcyon
worn over long-gone sun-setting,
A chug reminiscent purging
retching a bullet train on a twisting track,
screaming along 1000 miles per hour
head rush right into a ditch,
Now to live in the heyday
sipping the goblet that’s been drunk,
her whisper cleaving my throat
carving curses on my back,
Careening anti-sober on that road
curving and bending a silly dance,
laughing fluid as water
racing from the eyes’ dark seas,
Rustle gold from the clouds
toppling piece over piece,
tearing down those sugar-coated walls
reveal the bitter pill,
Yell when bygone gazing
smarts and sears like cinders,
swallow aqua vitae
swallow aquavit wholly until it burns holy.
Sanguine Flask
Memories slide down mind’s throat
drop chasing drop of wine,
flickering warm spreading
arms outstretched flask of sanguine,
A drip remembrance catalyzed
like rolling frames of an old movie,
flashing pictures out of focus
fuzz-edged film delightfully hazy,
Dipping into the breath of past day
to fill a mug till brimming,
her whisper across my throat
passing through me sweet rapture filling,
Masquerade air cloaking substance
in peacock’s vibrant clothing,
a mask of cheer and halcyon
worn over long-gone sun-setting,
A chug reminiscent purging
retching a bullet train on a twisting track,
screaming along 1000 miles per hour
head rush right into a ditch,
Now to live in the heyday
sipping the goblet that’s been drunk,
her whisper cleaving my throat
carving curses on my back,
Careening anti-sober on that road
curving and bending a silly dance,
laughing fluid as water
racing from the eyes’ dark seas,
Rustle gold from the clouds
toppling piece over piece,
tearing down those sugar-coated walls
reveal the bitter pill,
Yell when bygone gazing
smarts and sears like cinders,
swallow aqua vitae
swallow aquavit wholly until it burns holy.