Verano: The First Movement

And in the Night
My Mind Throws Foolishness at Me
Random Chords or Silent Noise
And in the Cold
I’m Awakened
A Hungry Beast in Rain
Hell-bent on Procreation
Subhuman
Hunting for the savor of Life
and Restoring Life
Living Blood
But in the Day
I’m Dead to Me
Just a Social Monotone
But my Life’s Best Chorus
The People
Not a Slave to my Solitude
Or a Prisoner to my Notions of Love
People free me from Me
And yet I Return
Because who doesn’t love the Call of Night
The Breeze’s Vocals
The Lover’s Prelude
But Then
All I Have is my Mind
With Myself as Company
Drowning in my Liquor
Of Self Pity and Restrained Libido…
and Vodka

I might as well offer a Toast.
“To Summer…”

June 3, 2012