the connoisseur

[wesmdow]

and this is why i cant be honest to authority figures.

look em in the eyes,

serve your soul.

to the wine connoisseur,

watch him, waiting, wondering...

sound of tastebuds tasting while he

swishes, savors, swallows

unfeigned utterances unloaded

carelessly into his cup.

surface viscosity alone

keeps confidence from cascading

over the gritty ground,

anyone at all can see.

whos watching? those with

brooms and buckets, berating

while i mop my mess

from the frigid floor.

i still stare him down,

for spilling my finest wine.

and mop truth clean, innocent.

has honesty helped?

mostly makes it a mess.

so stay silent, pierre,

your truths burn the tongue.

your lies freeze your soul.

 

[up all night]

I always find your words inspiring. You seem to have this really unique view of everything and it's a pleasure to watch it unfold.

 

[colicolo]

while i mop my mess
from the frigid floor.
i still stare him down,
for spilling my finest wine.
and mop truth clean, innocent.

you have such a unique style that makes your work drip with flavour and substance. I really enjoy reading your work, its always thought provoking and insightful.