Brave lass. I don't know if even I would have touched that with a ten foot pole. LOL.
but now I am off, traveling shoes on again, must get more material for my memoirs, its a bulldungroman. German, like me. Hahhahahahahaha
Jetlagmartinireverie(twisted logic)
Straight up with a twist, you said
bitterness cuts the dryness of the gin
and things seem more interesting
for their association with dissonance
( you were so easily bored)
like the scent of flowers stands for the apology
you intended but didn’t cause you know
I have always preferred musk and sandalwood,
So what should I do? dab my own perfume
behind the ears of flowers who never
presumed to speak for us, for me, for you?
But I got the message anyway
with a strange twist at the end
not quite what I expected,
tho I remembered “righty tighty, lefty loosey”
the mnemonic device which is more or less
a tap that opens or restricts
depending on what we want to do,
I guess I could go either way so hell, lets just drink to
the guy who invented the screw
and knew a twist of pepper makes the stew,
and anyway, whether the wine comes
with a twist off cap, or a cork,
we can’t get at it without torque.
And let us lift our glasses high in a toast and celebrate
fate’s cruel twist which by the light of another day
we’ll call good luck, as if we must decide if the jar
is half empty or half full, which is only about outlook
and interpretation, not whether it actually contains
something we would want to save.
And yeah, a rose by any other name
still must entwine its blooms with spines
beauty and pain, those eternal dancers
who cannot manage to exist
each without the other, so lets just put a lid on it
and keep it for another day sealed
with our complimentary threads
that hold us together, even as we come undone.