Take me away on the whisk of a date,
Where space goats meet us drunk at the gate
sipping thimbles full of wine’
Coffee and cake,
take – this blank canvas,
make it our page.
I like the invitation to write verse together;
as we pause with a finger
to our jaw in awe
of each other;
ooze over each other;
as we contemplate the deeper meanings of life
These animals debate our fate:
feed us from the bars of our cage;
Let’s fill it together with creative rage,
In that perfect way that you and me engage.
If only I could speak as fancy as I THINK
as fast as I THINK fancy thoughts!
wine, coffee and cake”
We could speak our minds on the spot –
be energetic and kinetic –
let it all linger.
1 shot, 2 shots 3 shots
oblivion knocks at the door;
The torrid torment of societies fucked up illusions!
The faceless sheep scrambling for the pedal stool of confusions;
fuck this delusion
fucking loud mouth intrusion
you’re in no position to be
so please be still and shit!
Sit and spit ill wit – as we contemplate;
plausible fantasy based off our torrid reality;
won’t you sit and sip wine from a thimble
Eat cake and drink some tea?
As goats sit pretty and try to define,
Written by Karrenblossom @ https://blossomsworld.wordpress.com/
And of course; me, Ron Bergquist.