Dining With the Devil

Dining at the table of Beelzebub,
                I wonder,
                                wistfully,
if this steak is undercooked
                or
if my tastes have simply shifted
                from raw
                                to well-done.
“Never mind the meat my dear friend,
                                have a glass of wine
and wonder no more.”
So do I do and notice the
                lovely bouquet of flavors
                emanating from my glass.
“Of course, my dear friend!
                This is my own personal
                recipe. Drink and be merry!”
Glass after glass I consume, end upon end;
over
                and over again. Until
colorsmeld and sounds echooo.

The party goes dim
the guests disappear
and
my Host
                and I
                                are alone;
                at last.

Difficulty Breathing

one night,
a taste of detachment,
pure objectivity.

Not for love,
for sanity.

one night.

Let’s leave our woes behind.
Let's revel in the glory of Jupiter,

Venus.

Polaris.

Star-filled skies
Salt-soaked seas.

Let’s speak without words,
distractions.
Let’s live this night, just this one,
with every breath.
Just one night.
Don't believe the dawn.
Don't believe Apollo.
Let's live, for just one night,
before our lungs contract and
Poseidon’s step-children take our breath away.