Tumbling tonight in tavernous treks,
My breath reeking of Chenin Blanc,
I have courage enough to read the blogs
of whitest crows and blackest swans.
“How to create a Facebook account,”
He quipped to soak in a hundred stars,
And nine hundred ardent followers who
inhale deep the unlit cigars.
“Look folks, a picture of a rose in bloom,
the best I have captured with my Nikon zoom!”
Eyes rest on a focus inches amiss;
Beautiful, beautiful! Get us more please!
“Wake up, President! I lost my wallet
while I was doing a sexy chocolate!”
She hollered across the vines of web
to have a thousand sobbing at her fate.
“O, my love like sweet, sweet flowers
That rose and fell in morning showers!”
My eyes are wet and senses awash,
Ears shudder at the thunder of applause.
“Gouge all men they are ogling cleavage!”
Righteous thunder, murderous rage.
I scour my heart if I’m also a lecher:
The chalice of wine will earn me a stretcher!
The night was long but the morn was nigh,
I fell upon the land of words fifty five.
What drama, what shocks, what pathos abound!
Characters and plots may go to the hounds.
I strained the vision beyond the gables
to the milky way of seventeen syllables,
away to El Dorado