Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

gunpowder smoke sky
white-gray feelings lost
in overstuffed beanbag clouds,
no way to access time
no way to get a bearing
on my life, maybe
I'm simply a flat-bottomed boat
adrift....mooring ropes cut
while I was dreaming
of former lovers, candlelit nights
of pinot noir stained clothing
strewn on the wood floor, hot skin
raw from friction, mind on the ceiling
somewhere near the fan
oh man, what dreamers old men are
always wanting to relive this or that
swirling in an eddy of nostalgia
pretending it was all grand, you know
the best !....the ivories tickled just right....
embellished affairs, each one perfect cinema
Last Tango in Paris, Baltimore and D.C. now
don't forget the motor city, the Pennsylvania woods
the Virginia beaches, it's all bullshit
revisionist history spun by a dying spider
a Black Widower....another old fool,
The fishnets are full of salt and mackerel
not silky stockings ....on a great pair of gams

caught in a fishnet
thinkin'
this ain't so bad
wrapped up
with peepholes
to the outside world...
gotta be better
than old newspaper

oh, yeah...
those thoughts of what was -
but especially of what wasn't
(but might of been)...
not only of those I've loved
but those I wanted to
but didn't quite dare
couldn't quite let go
couldn't muster up the spit
couldn't unzip the Kevlar vest
that kept the arrows out
but my heart within.......

nice response sasha