ageless poetry

I am ageless poetry,
So wave your hands like trees,
Battle against the wind:

Shout
Your art
Of love.

Drink a bottle of wine.
Have sex,
Sleep alone.

I bought depression,
Orange plastic bottle,
Suspension of real time.

I am
A junkie
For the morning after.

The early sun
Cuts through
Your industrial blinds.

I sit up, rigid.
Light focuses on my mouth,
Sets my words on fire.

I’m painless, fine spirits.
The muse of your songs.
The microphone in your hand.

For G.C.