Drinking wine, red turns my eyes,
I’m sick of being in rooms filled with your lies.
Particle catches of matter. What Matters?
I’m thrilled over the curls in your hair.
Taste of honey and day old bread.
Said the old man to the youth,
“Where are my glasses?”
And they ran like children to the emergency room.
Talk about anything! People, tell me more of homelands,
Where birds sing in helium voices.
I wish i was higher. Like years spent not sleeping.
delirium, red wine turns colors, my eyes not opening,
on your couch, i’m a better man.
If only i could stay here.