Tuesday, January 8, 2013

I wish I could guzzle cigarettes...

I wish I could guzzle cigarettes
every daylight hour
lying in bed and
listening to old Van Morrison records
in only my underwear and robe

And devour narcotics, mostly downers
every moonlight minute
making love with you under
a dim blinking
motel light

I wish I could suckle whiskey
out of straws like bored
businessmen in small-town airports
in Oklahoma
or maybe Saint Jean de Luz

But, mostly, I wish myself
whole, healthy, sane
to be able to love and
to lie in bed with you
sipping tea
every waking lifetime

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