As you float my eyes and call so enticing
The icing on your glass the melting water
Gushes mightily I might just falter
Like days that pass smoothly as the waterfall
Of tears and booze mixing like colors caught
On a surreal painting like those in museums
Serenely stare I at you with more interest
Why paintings when liquors' more colored with curious
Bondage than melt clocks and bonded am I with
You so why do you disappear with each line
Whenever I kiss you you lessen in the glass
Time passes you're empty as words that do not rhyme
I receive a well meaning text I answer
I'm just fine.
Poorly constructed mornings- days after
Lines written last night have lost their charms or
Maybe you've grown more impatient, complacent
This sickness unlike death is lasting, more vacant
Hungover the fervors of last nights moot imagery
Is like a grand glacier look inside there's some leaves
And even a forest hidden 'neath all the cracks
Hidden neath the snows of the coldness of limp facts
The glacier won't move it's wanting of some light
Like hearts grown bitter and heads knocked by the sun's rays
The mornings are cruel when you're still in last night's daze
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