Succubus

Succubus

Your tongue is a knot,
Thus, I don't initiate
   conversation,
You are a bird's eye,
Providing warrant
   for the implication,
And you're a bottle,
Whose neck never invites
   participation,
You are the lone leaf,
That scurries towards the dam.

But it's surprising,
When you allay your need
   to be the teacher,
And it's alarming,
When you decide to hide
   from me the preacher,
And I turn t'wards you,
Alas, unfold my wings
    to bear my feature,
As you dare to plunge,
The dirk behind the scam.
   
Invino Veritas
12/19/13
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Once Around The Abbaye

Once Around The Abbaye

Apast I sing, me liver,
I hath made, twice, thee quiver,
My apologies,
For the rounds of threes,
For 'twere'nt no mere sliver.
An' a tip to me cabbaye,
Who'd made it home quite crabbaye,
When out his bed,
I grabb'd instead,
For a trip 'round th' abbaye.
Yet 'twere far sadder,
For th' backseat and me bladder,
A yellow line,
'Twer'nt too fine,
Yet 'e could've been far madder.
Bless thee, sir, and ye chillen',
For me guts tha' I be spillin',
If'n there be saints,
For cushions I'd hav' taint,
My apologies for what be illin'.

Invino Veritas
12/6/13
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Gold

Gold

Beauty is a curse,
It's hell to be admired,
When the caller,
Gives a holler,
It's hard to be inspired.
It's old to be gold,
When everyone is ferrous,
When the rusted,
Can't be trusted,
To pay attention might be careless.
But it's lonely to be stoney,
And cold as the thief,
When your taking's,
For the making,
It's your only time of relief.


Invino Veritas
12/4/13
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