House of Vape

The House of Vape

lost...and 'neath the rippling shade

comes summer's echoed past

as the shadow limbs sway

after the last of Sun 

makes its curtain call

churning spokes on the Italian hillside

Cities and namesakes

will do the family thing 

with the face of mothers

with the stoic disinterest of Dad

the midnight mind

still whispers the need to hold 

Rocky Mountain high

A slumber King dreams of great things

belonging to energy and essence

high maintenance crowns

a paintbrush and champagne 

aging candles perfectly mismatched

carving a middle cowboy finger

that would never raise to harm,

Or so they would have you

believe.

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Back in the summer of '72 we had a mixed bowling team, my first ex and I and two other people and we named ourselves Bang a Gong....from that song.
I love this poem....there is a mixture of nostalgia for me...a week at Wolf Lake Ranch in Michigan when I was in Boy Scouts...and my grandfather was from Sicily...and came to the States as an Orphan in the early 1900's---I love this poem...and it is about time we hear from you again, Corset.
j.

[Corset]

I'm so thrilled this brought back such fun /fond memories (I hope) I work ten hour days and fall in bed yes...BUT, I am still here indeed and on such an auspicious occasion, your history highlights are fascinating, would be cool to read about some of those stories. I'm so thrilled you love it :D Thank you for loving it!