| Wino I feel beautiful when alone There is no pageantry All is bare, hipped with swing sing song and smokey No allure, but my own nothing to counteract my attention span, nor draw me way into the rub of grace I just fall face first, into a papery mood and spell out the bottles of liqueur My blackberry voice of choice All the sane of me lapses, for one instance of belonging, as a lily gone wild for a day Using up all the magic, for one insect of thought just to change scent and blend in to become a dragonfly on chapel walls and watch them all snake like creeks through Eden to be a useless heathen unconverted, uneducated and sexed up waitin� for rain on a rock slavin� out body secrets with a southern lullaby No mystery, just twisted scenes a deliberate wino of tranquility �DM~2004 |