Mellow gold

To strafe!

Lurching the pen to & fro

empty lines…..

less meaning scrawled unintelligibly

throughout – the pages.

A madman’s soliloquoy

A soft & staged rejection

As it comes-

prepared—

— expected.

Just wait until you catch wind of

the waste.

Probably just the booze talking,

meaningless of course.

But as it goes –

a shot of mellow gold

It can clear up the importance of meaning

damn quick.

it’s a tricky one

not for the meek.

Never claimed that-

never looked strong.

The liquor heals the wounds

Like liquor kills the liver.

It all get’s you closer to where you are goin’.

Now – we’ve spent time in bars –

I know the sound of work boots on at least 60 different types of hardwood floors.

& I’ve emptied the finest & worst

at the finest & worst.

I’m not proud-

I’m just sayin’.

Was it that I was killin’ time?

Hell just one more drink.