When It Just Doesn't Work

Swirling around

imperceptible meager whispers

honey upon pouting lips

vanish the sweetness

blindly masking chicanery

blindly with stocked disclosure

pottery of crimson wine

will dull sometimes define

obedience prompt of happiness
a selfie provided untruthful assurances
while blood turns to wine

sanguine fluid into sub-consciousness

that we have bounteous plans

which we postulate to yearn

life in transcendence

patches each fragmented promise
excuses find us straining

dreams hand drawn in the white sand

small details stacked so high

never shall we fail to grip

happiness by pin-the-tail on the moon

sunny days built thunderstorms of the night

riding along the narrow path of choice

whispering life may be good or rotting

from the inside

honey drips from the hive

bees swarm together chanting, chanting
'We only regret the chances we didn't take.'

lamentation sooths only a broken heart

when it just doesn't work

be gracious and carry on

keep looking down the road

for somewhere in the mist of this night

ourselves we shall suddenly find

it was there all along, it was waiting.

barb