Quietly

Made cloudy wine out of

bread yeast

packaged grape juice concentrate

I let it slowly ferment into

drugs that I sip to cure my wounds.

Tastes awfully like

moldy grapes and whiskey sours.

 

Somehow it isn't poisonous.

I don't know why.

 

The music dies now and becomes mute

as I lay face up in my bedroom,

waiting for the last hoorah.

 

Quietly, I listen for the angels.

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

yep. i think i'm officially in love with your work.

it reminds me of the things that i am drawn to myself, when writing... and yet, it's unique enough and out of my grasp enough to be completely unlike me, as well... which results in me just being fascinated. thoroughly fascinated :)

not much of a review, but a compliment, nonetheless. i'll have to help spread your work around, because it should definitely be read. it's easy to get lost in the shuffle here. :)

the flow is fantastic. the imagery you evoke is just awesome. it's lazy, but it's poignant, and ... i just felt it all the way through. and the lines you write are just random enough to keep me surprised, but they connect enough to keep me connected to the piece.

big hugs