fantastic feelings are jinxed together forever coming and going like my weather vain
as it is during an electrical surge so sweet to purge post eat 'fore dirge.

figure them out and win the prize of silent weeping willowy & wanting eyes, so blue
from sorrow within; but thin and then again some gin would be nice to soothe the lies.

that creep from nowhere but underneath the shelf of self made fabrics and sheath, that flow
in the breeze of a summer's end grief; but gin again no to me will always be forever ennui.

until the next mix of feelings is folded in my heart will bear to beat again, from time to time and
rhyme to rhyme, though closer to home i have for me that one true feeling that is jinxed from within.

~dickcarter