Posted on 7 May 2008 by MysticWino
My Wild Love
Must have been the wine . . . can’t seem to recall
how I found you there, lying naked on
a spread out leopard skin, or at least
something patterned that way. Oh, and that
convenient golden sash. But mostly
I recall the haunting challenge of boredom
in bedroom eyes, at once sad and longing.
The pout of your [...]
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Posted on 30 April 2008 by MysticWino
Walk in the Park
A lot of things can change in a century;
parks seem to be one of those things—
and museums. Take this painting for example;
when is the last time you took a walk in the park
and found a nude woman? Or the last time
you saw a nude woman? With a skull?
With a cross? With both? [...]
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Posted on 29 April 2008 by MysticWino
Sporting with Dragons
Saint George I never was, nor archangel
Michael with his awesome sword and spear;
nevertheless, in imagination I stand before
that gory-headed beast with his seven
crowns and carrion breath, spouting noxious
vomits of brimstone and death, and I stand
with pen in hand, no sword, no spear nor lance,
and write heroes to slay with guile and wit
what I’ve [...]
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Posted on 29 April 2008 by MysticWino
Libidinous Liberty
Some called him rogue, others less courteous
names. Some compared him to Don Juan,
others Don Juan to him. Wine, women,
song and the never-ending beauty of roses
he thought were the sole lusts of life.
The hunt is not for the kill, but for the hunt.
He delighted in catching, but only having
fully experienced the luscious, heady
drunkenness of the [...]
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Posted on 28 April 2008 by MysticWino
Alone N Lonely
self-consoled
in the night
wine & moonlight
alone
awake
lion-fierce,
fist of hunger
clenches my guts
David M Pitchford
28 April 2008
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Posted on 28 April 2008 by MysticWino
More than I Can Chew
Ever my tendency
to set too high
arbitrary bars
to challenge myself
to excel—myself
I walk in Sisyphus’ footsteps
walk in Sisyphus’ footsteps
in Sisyphus’ footsteps
Sisyphus’ footsteps
footsteps
steps
It comes to this—
one
step
at
a
time . . .
Journey of a thousand miles
one
step
at
a
time
Eat an elephant
one bite at a time
lest it be
more than I can chew.
And this bottle
is the best [...]
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Posted on 28 April 2008 by MysticWino
Pouring Wine
This is my sacrament
nobody’s blood—
save maybe Mother Earth’s—
simply an elegant wine
full of the richness of life
and incomplete
without the ambiance
created by this gathering
fine folks sharing in common
this wine
this moment
this evening.
For this moment
in this conscious action
I become Dionysus
to drink my own blood
and know
that we are all
holy and blessed
in the sacrament
of this communion
this wine
this moment
this evening.
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