Brahms, Merlot and I
Posted: August 20th, 2006, 11:13 pm
Hues of burgundy emanate
from half filled glass
to soften life's black and white.
Merlot and Brahms, flowing
in harmony, plot alternate course
through eve's looming tedium.
Daylight drains in unison
with dwindling glass, to release
all impounded anxiety.
Unplugged phone lines,
defanged and venomless,
cease their ominous slink,
lie limp in the corner.
TV's blank screen radiates
precious nothing,
oft' blaring Zenith
now pitched to the quietude.
Locked doors and drawn shades
join the collusion, restraining
would be intruders 'til morning.
Nocturnal solitude embraces, heals
all crass diurnal affronts
whlie Brahms, Merlot and I
gently mock the day.
lenny
from half filled glass
to soften life's black and white.
Merlot and Brahms, flowing
in harmony, plot alternate course
through eve's looming tedium.
Daylight drains in unison
with dwindling glass, to release
all impounded anxiety.
Unplugged phone lines,
defanged and venomless,
cease their ominous slink,
lie limp in the corner.
TV's blank screen radiates
precious nothing,
oft' blaring Zenith
now pitched to the quietude.
Locked doors and drawn shades
join the collusion, restraining
would be intruders 'til morning.
Nocturnal solitude embraces, heals
all crass diurnal affronts
whlie Brahms, Merlot and I
gently mock the day.
lenny