One sweet smile
Dangled like wind from a ravaged fire
Which spits gasoline for fuel
One curious look
Lashed out with dart-like preciseness
One devilish thought
Of whirlwinds made out of madness
From where only the most evil
Of all things brew
One coy laugh
As I swirl ice in an empty glass
Filled With bourbon again, in moments to come
Carefully constructed finger pulses
Lead to unnoticed finger taps
Random acts which punctuate
And pulse rhythmic forces yet unseen
Hatred bowled
Deep in an unforgiving mind
Swept away by lies
And curious intrigue
Visions of night
Not yet known, but rewound
And replayed countless times
All of which
Have been carefully locked away
And guarded by each and every one of the minds follies
Sleep which fails to come
After nightfall shifts and bounces off the dendrites
who slavishly refuse to accept the synapses
Once more
Thoughts are raped away
By untimely and bitter questions
Questions about unfilled blown glass
And quickly melting frozen waters
© Dicky J Loweman 2014