Truth?

Soft blanket of fabrication,
curtains drawn, dim implication.
Cool breeze, cling more.
Dragnet of unholy gore.
Sweet and clean, morning rains.
Peer out through glass, pains.
Cranium throbs, introspection.
Soft blankets of fabrication.

The Struggle

Foggy facts made fiction,
paint pictures of deception.
Stained glass perception.
Steely smiles slide past truth,
funeral orbs that lament youth.
Haunted by an immaculate Ghost,
harrowing host heckled by
flesh force collision.

Salsa Triolet

The first taste cool and tart
dances with craving for more.
A twisted and cruel heart.
The first taste cool and tart.
Alas, the flames start.
Blinded, I was before.
The first taste cool and tart
dances with craving for more.

B poem

Bend an elbow once more.
Beverage room awaits.
Blitzed and blind partake.
Booze to Booze, the Bottle Man
Bent out of shape. Beware!
Blackout,
Big Enchilada, looking for
B-girls and
Beer. Redemption found in
Back alleys
Blowing chunks.

Good Friday

Driving slush rendered roads.
Free from glancing behind
for red, white and blue
flashing caveats.
Emancipation, Proclamation
comes with cheap cheesecake
and all the coffee one can drink.