Poetry Reading

The poet's lips are full of death as a
lake skips clean right off his breath and
the tides are full of broken sadness as he
swims on through the murky madness.

He meets a friend from outer sea,
got washed up from the lost city.

The morning sings a lark filled song and
the poet tries to hum and sing along but
the morning light reveals a girl..
She's dressed for dark with shoes in hand,
lost her way to the moonlight catwalk.

The kids really don't stand a chance,
distracted by her drinking potion stumble
and forgetful flirty eyes.
Spies, watch her over the garden fence.

Tense, as the poet opens his eyes to a room
full up with bated sighs.