Absinthe

Clown
I pause
over the green
to add
the spare change
to my pile
of teeth.

Last Sip
Bitter beer
at the end
of the glass
a long journey
forgotten

Tower
Do you pour
tears over
the wound
over an ocean
of loss?
Beacon in
the night
wave the
white flag
and dive
beneath
the rocks.

Hours
I forgot
how to tell you
that I love you
everyday

Four
what pain falls
from only
s clover
of time

Bath
spread the honey
the warm bath
waits
to press its lips
upon the cold.

Smoke
No pour
followed by
the red
absence
we bravely sit
by the edge
and wait
in the dim
brief moments