A blaring sun.
A falling leaf
That tumbles down
Onto greater heaps.
And upsets the balance
'Til all the rainbow colors
Scatter 'cross the grass
Like paint palettes
Melting over your hand.
A wad of cash.
A green sash
Thrown about
A dresser.
A half-emptied
Vodka glass.
With lipstick smeared...
A colored sigh.
A throbbing thigh.
A honey-coated lie
Tangled in a bedsheet
Under ripe and moaning moons.
A little room.
A little light.
A little fun tonight...
A dewy morn...
A dampened blade of grass
Where you slip on your regrets.
A sticky, hazy memory
Of nights past.
A setting sun.
An apricot sky
Delined
By tangerine horizons.
A shining youth gone by.
A salty tear.
A sugared melody
All pocketed in
A plaid photo book.
A high-school sweetheart's letter
In a closet shoebox
With all your distant memories.
A wide-ruled sheet.
A pen.
A fading thought.
A passing rhyme
Recorded
To its end.
A solid oak
Grandfather clock.
A rusty bell.
A tick.
A tock.
A golden Amberbock
Sits lonesome top the table there
Aside
Your rocking chair...
A trembling hand.
An almost-finished glass.
Drink up, my friend.
Today may be your last...