ghosts, gods, wine and music

i am some years past my mother's hug

when i roll around , feeling the rough threads 

of my bedspread and insomnia..

my moustache has grown..

i am five inches too tall..

i look back 

at the four years of uncertain relationship

with the most beautiful woman of my life..

at our ragged palms bleeding ,

polka dotting the snow of our separation..

as we pulled at the ropes 

of each other's hearts,

sometimes pining in the effort,

sometimes wishing it ended..

the blues and greens, golds and whites of 

the trails in water

 of that crazy eel like love..

now i am going back to the black

of a night that wouldnt give me sleep..

of a dawn that wouldnt assure me 

ambitions or tears or relieving failures..

somewhere in the cacophony 

of the ghosts, gods , wine and music

i fall asleep 

and wake up again...

Reviews

[Moflo]

I love your opening line! You also have some fantastic imagery, love the eel symbol! Great poem.