no longer
have i
a taste
for the stuff
even so
time feels
i need more
before
i get up.
i look in
and can see
where i’ll be
when time deems
it enough-
sky wide
all i do
is pour
and look up.
full up
listen to it
run over
the cup
i am filled
and i drip
rushing out
from pent up
not once
have i thought
of him drunk
from my cup
only twice or five times
his face
ever came up.
drought
unbelieved
years
in blurred dreams
my memory
thinks words
to search meaning
as time
won’t give up
“you will heal”
time told me,
“when you’ve had me enough”
not once
did i think
of him drinking me up
only three or eight times
did the viper
rise up.
i sip hot water
lemon cool
and give up
nod to the wait
for an order
of time still
with the cup.
Cole G 