Earthbound

Vermouth and venison defined a night.
You spit his meat out on the ground,
and skeletonized your garish bones.

Wood pallets burned, outshining smoke
that rose like clouds to where we were.
And like the chess match you had with Ben,
vermouth was heedless to all our chagrins.

As I let her know just how I felt.
As I slept alone on the kindred earth.
And as a peace pipe refused to cool,
solace was a rising sun.

In the wake of the embers dying hard,
as my hazy eyes met standing tall
the bodies planted beneath the clouds.

If you’re not happy with what you have,
your empty hands reached up for more.

1240461_10151825065120289_551901711_n

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s