Project 365 – Page 14 – A (wise) man of two faces

Smelting pot

Cold stone
and warm fire,
the primal elements,
form the flesh, blood, and bones of our
world.

You should
eat breakfast like you are a king,
lunch like a prince, and then
dinner like a
pauper.

Her eyes
were much like a set of mood rings:
always shifting between
joy, sadness, and
anger.

Trouble
goes by the name
“the HBGwineup”;
making orders difficult since
7.

Dancing
on a table;
a vulgar performance
but necessary to improve
my art.

I want
to lift you up,
drive you into the wall,
and take you hard and fast and with
gusto.

Words are
a legacy
for our children and theirs
so that they do not repeat our
mistakes.

More beer!
Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!
I want to drink until
I can’t even remember my
own name.

Ripple
through the deep dark,
rise towards the heavens, and
grasp the moon, the stars, and even
your dreams.

It is
one blazing hot,
humid motherfucker
of an egg-cooking summer day.
Goddamn.