Category: Poetry

In the midst
Of White Russians and
Bloody Marys,
Screwballs and
Whisky sours…

A soft lit room
Pierced
Dyed
Covered…

We avoid the
unconventional,
Curse the
inconvenient…

My head is back
Eyelids filtering scattered images
In a red and white strobe…

And so we are
Cast,
Spun out
Into glory and….