Free Cee Am I the Only One Who Knocks Off Half of a Pint Bottle of Vodka At Three a M

LASHES TO ASHES IN SLOW MOTION Might I please present myself as a prologue to death Because unless I am terribly wrong……. I can’t have too terribly long And I’ve been lazy too long But I don’t have too long to act crazy Incredibly and indisputably inane And drive other people institutionally insane My days dry up like clay caskets caught in the Cancun sun Leading to nights that usually end by me ending up with whiskey whisking away yet another weary evening Witnessed and coerced by two dead soldiers made of glass Who kicked my ass the night before When fright came before a blackout And darkness led to a morning of foul tasting coffee and a donut of doubt What secret could the night before grasp tightly in its clutch? Will people say my performance was a bit too much? Is there a lady somewhere that I wouldn’t recognize if her eyes were made of fire with whom I let desire declare two bodies bare? And precisely what did she and I share? Was it something controlled by a lack of control? Did we meld in mind, body and soul? Did seduction succeed in its mission to maraud our minds and give making love the meaning it was meant to have? Is there a lady out there who borrowed a snippet from my life and may have been complicit in the death of a dream? Did we watch the world fly in fast forward together? And sometimes in slow motion in order that our time together would be extended by the exclusion of the relativity of time And a second could sing for as long as it takes a wedding bell’s voice to fade into the hollowness of night And a minute might meander down the middle of a mercurial moment and remain there until you sigh deeply and chase the stars away for the morning’s sake And oh to the music of mysticism your countenance is wont to make Sung by a choir of questions and a chorus of conclusions While a flute would fleetingly fade into forgotten confusion Alas, my days decline by death’s design and do more than demoralize me My only request is that you disregard my genius and charming manner and please don’t memorialize me Nor commemorate me in any way Simply cremate me and toss me away! © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~