Decanting Poetry
my words flow
they fill the glass
run across the table
and stain the carpet.
The over-full glass sits
untouched
as I drink straight
from the bottle under
your disapproving eye
and unheeding ear.
YOU ARE READING
Once more into the night...
PoetryA few poems I've written over the years. They run the gamut (or gauntlet, if you will) from love poems to pieces about climbing.
