Thursday, December 16, 2010
the unadulterated yet inebriated truth
Better than the sainted audience
Better than the noble roadies
Better than my brother
In his rum-fueled haze
He simply
Makes me whole
Not a lover
Not a sister
Not a thing
Society can name
We are a road show
And I am nothing
Nothing
Without him
There is no word
To contain
What he is
What he will be
Save maybe
The deceptively
Common name
Blanche.
Better than the noble roadies
Better than my brother
In his rum-fueled haze
He simply
Makes me whole
Not a lover
Not a sister
Not a thing
Society can name
We are a road show
And I am nothing
Nothing
Without him
There is no word
To contain
What he is
What he will be
Save maybe
The deceptively
Common name
Blanche.
