Pleasure And Pain

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




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