The Best Of Pride
The first of the pride sleeps,
always the first to lay down alms
at the end of the row.
Passing florets of Collette's
little blue flowers flowering just a little blue,
just a little too late.
Useful lips in a swaying clinch,
that last inch between the kiss
became the breath of breaking health seconds before relief.
Listening to the afternoon play on the radio
now the stiffness has returned,
a smoking anneal of sinking smiles revealed.
Seedlings and blooms stored in a pouch
hidden behind the dirty glasses and steel cafetiere
for tea some time later on.
Cerulean-forget-me-nots-mashed
with Herculean pestelling
left boilin' in the water overflow
letting
the best of pride
sleep in stillness.
The first of the pride sleeps,
always the first to lay down alms
at the end of the row.
Passing florets of Collette's
little blue flowers flowering just a little blue,
just a little too late.
Useful lips in a swaying clinch,
that last inch between the kiss
became the breath of breaking health seconds before relief.
Listening to the afternoon play on the radio
now the stiffness has returned,
a smoking anneal of sinking smiles revealed.
Seedlings and blooms stored in a pouch
hidden behind the dirty glasses and steel cafetiere
for tea some time later on.
Cerulean-forget-me-nots-mashed
with Herculean pestelling
left boilin' in the water overflow
letting
the best of pride
sleep in stillness.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
gigondas:
Oi vey.
huck:
hey man, 'twas a good night for sure. good to see you, tho we should do it again soon where there's more room for some proper pissed up chat!