Pictures & Flasks

Wear we a mask

set upon a task

to drown a flask

erasing the past.

Drawn like eye,

soft fluffy sighs

to assemble my

own in disguise.

I guess address

will I confess

an emptiness

glib sentences.

I won’t need to

hide far away,

I’ll regrow field

of yellow hay.

I want because

I fear I’ll be lost

too great a cost

a line is crossed.

So I will draw,

so I will taste it.

The flask anger,

mask I wear fits.

Here’s to victor,

one who well,

played a sonnet

as a drunk tells.