Vintage Thinking

by mtmynd

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-12 16:57:00

smoking thoughts of you
rise up to the fan
and dissipate
like dreams
that are never remembered
upon waking…

such a waste of time-
i shudder to count those
minutes
hours
days
and feel that i have aged
all those thoughts
into barrels of wine
that will never
be drunk

but my high
comes from juices
spilled upon sheets
portraying your memory
distilled by
suns that never set
and moons that never rise
and joy that is engraved
deep into the granite tombstone
that i placed in my wallet
just for keeps-
teasing me when i’m blue.

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