Bourbon On the Breath

In this failing light Beginning's start and end Without Shade. A single wave, my bones are lonely But a ghost can’t whistle Nor halt time, like the end of a Day. And Flowers jumped The air grew loose and Sloppy; An immaculate slur present in every gust and vowel. Crumbled force of Clouds I’ve earned this Right to Stand or Sit, The Weather will not Move me. If Deaths Mouth is Set On Biting Faces, Then what Matters the inside or out? Wind and Water, Dirt and Spit, A Drunken Howl goes Crash! the Sky. I sit among abandoned conversations and spilled Quickly vanishing bright eyes. Trees bend and snap Waving me to Safety, “You Fool!” they Shout. I breath In--- ----a reply Yes, yes… “There’s Bourbon On the Breath of God Tonight.” -thend-