Another offering to make up for lost time

you drank sky
with your orange juice
said it wakes up your mind
and calms your body...

words collapse from your
tongue as clumsy as make shift cots
creaking or breaking when we least expect them to.

the bottle is never to far
from your
orange juice,coffee or tea
...screw driver
Irish java
or Indian chai

You drowned out the taste of life
with drops of ethynol
singing to the corn
up and down the furrows
a vagabond of dirt and well meanings
in fields where you planted your life.

You drink sky
with your Kool aid
said it makes memories sweeter
or makes you forget.

words roll from your lips
falling down your chest to the floor
like runaway marbles catching in the crevices of the floor boards.



You dont make memories any
more
falling asleep in the easy chair
mouth open catching loose atoms
on your tongue.

The morning will come and the sky will still burn in your throat.