a Night with Johnnie Walker

destiny seals prying tonight

This is the night of Johnnie Walker.

messily confesses the

liberation of warmth and union of frost.

sensing the consciousness

from faint to the strong

or from the strong to the fading

black labeled turned tornado

floating around the head with flying carpet pads

with slapping sounds

sometimes high

and sometimes low

Arms were beaded

Hands were feathered

And fingers tangled web

scaring off fear itself

away from being innocent

protrudes and bulges are

cumulous passion

and never will it fall

but floats around the soul’s corners

yield at the fragileness

of the faceless bottle

control the rhythm

of the liquor taking the fall

sway the trip lopsided

and create a beautiful nature

where earthquake is a friend

towards unwind

with the perfection dripping,

squirting faucet