Hello Madness, Have a Drink
There are no shapes but those with
Slender necks, brimming with the savory blood
Of grapes.
I have lost the image of abstract happiness,
Only contempary glasses of numbing content
Hold the light to form a prism, hold a hue;
I hold them high, and toast to the dogs
(You share my black and white world).
But only monstrous muses accompany my ear,
Whispering dark secrets of forgotten lust;
“The Chateau is more of a looking glass when empty.”
Wisdom glistens off the bottle, mocking my
Curiosity, I step over a dead cat to get a better look.
My tongue quivers at the very advance
Of Chablis, I anticipate the texture and taste.
The demons giggle intoxicated bellows of loath as I
Swallow the thick nectar of woeful vines.
Bordeaux -The host to Madness,
Welcome my old friend;
Please, have a drink.
We sit and sip for hours into the night,
Our minds toiling with ideas grand and lustrous.
I make a reservation at Purgatory and bid
Farwell to the monsters of memory and regret.
Tonight it’s just me and Madness,
And we’re going to paint the town Gamay red
(Or Pinot white)