what is more may be less

 

August arrives in a
guided carriage

the sound of late
summer sips on
my ears like morose
insects

too much has been
said

   the tongue is more
   poisonous than a
   rattlesnake

too much has been
seen

   eyes plucked out like
   grapes from a bunch
   to feed blackbirds

but not enough has been
thought
 
    like not taking the last drink
    and realizing you missed
    getting drunk