Intense Laments

Intense Laments

by dan ankers

What Whiskey sheared away in years it paid me back with rueful tears

What in unwise works wrought

were again the acts to make me besotted with facts

for which I so circuitously sought

all along

Belonged

the feeling

the sequel

There is nary an equal in human kind

Send me reeling in my human mind

away from her

And in her

Away from him

then

And if she is

Honest

unto her own self

and her own mind

Bitterness begets

Awakened; grim

Mostly Ghostly

with a bit of rouge to your cheek

Mostly Ghostly

but an otherwise charming sort of person

so to speak

When others stare

it is there

to see

that lack of vitality which comes

from not knowing

the thing

While others long pause and consider that it’s

not

but go back to eating dinner

it’s hot