Wednesday, November 14, 2012


Let me go unbridled with words like “apotheosis”,
let me not revise, check, hone, let me sweep all minutiae away
because you well know how we are going to end,
enjoy with me this waltz while the whole world
is sinking, sooner or later sinking, the deck tilting
like thoughts melting, smithereens of glasses glinting,
the same gurgling veins of time blinking…
laughs, tears, shoulder-patting, ghosts clapping..
toast and dance, please one more stance..
before..-c’mon raise that glass- all's well that ends well,
with the whooshing of the sea swell.


Dave King said...

Perfect little poem. I adore it.

Crafty Green Poet said...

excellent poem and so true...