A lifetime ago, somewhere in Houston, I really tied one on.
Somewhere in the wreckage of a ninety-proof night.
I got into a fight and lost the keys to my apartment.
With a boozy shoulder, I attempted to ram down the door.
My landlady pointed a shiny 44 at my forehead.
Thankfully she recognized me between puffs of moonlight.
She re-holstered my death and walked away in a huff.
(There's something about a tight little blonde with a big shiny gun)
She wouldn't talk to me for days...until the rent was up.
This story is 89 proof with only one tiny embellishment...
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 24
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
And in private plot the ruin spurn another’s faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece
Zoroastrians Zen-Buddhists Jains Taoists
Do they seek to adorn other faiths in wreath
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
Declare there’s just ONE GOD when put in tight squeeze
Why then cling on for life on one’s own blind faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece
No believer conditioned by birth will release
Supremacy of his another’s not to loath
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
Look How religions flourish in locked inland seas
Once kings renounce or conquerors ram down faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece
And think why the ONLY GOD does not want peace
The Creator sets the ground rules in good faith
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
A pure arousing freshness
Streams through the ocean air,
Crispy icey fingers surrround
The rain pulsates against
Pale fog fondly caresses
White caps ram down
Darken caves,
spray splashes the walls
shuttery waves drifts up
and around the smooth
curves,
water swells in the hollowness
floam slides away
evening night feathery
floats down upon