Plumbing

the bottle
tips
over
empty
always
so empty

a splash of
Jack
upon the glass
and all reflection
is
lost

Prompt me
Prompt me
Prompt me

You
do not understand
do you
my love of William
my Love
of William

Still
you must remember
a filtered lens for me
always
a filtered lens
shoot me blue
perhaps
blue
yes, blue

Yes
I am lost

once
I knew them
all of them
thirty-seven
chrono

logical

ly

now
I despair

yesterday
watching
I heard Hamlet
whine
a Skywalker
whine
in iambic pentameter
ad nauseum
ad infinitum

Broadway – v- Hollywood
a match that meant
so much
at one time
at one time

runs of laughter
down labyrinthine ways
have left me
shaken
and
empty

lying on my back
spoiled child that I am
a coward
a drunk
sun purring above
as they stash me
away

pressure of a pen
on my riven heart
while memory screens
the ghost of you
upon a page

your voice alive again
in the hashmarks and crosshairs
of E

nun

ci

a

tion

there lie
I

shrouded in Absinthe
all faerie green and silver sugar

nothing is as
dead
as I shall be
when lights unnamed
are finally dimmed
and the last and best
of the wormwood curtains
are finally struck
down

©sdrogers 1 february 2014

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