Comments about Zoe Nyght
On The Rocks
Cozy, I set to fire tenderness
overcooked, spewing firelight tales -
plaid and checkered and striped.
Come wrap yourself in comfort’s clothes
and put your feet up, dear.
Lock out the chill, bring oven-warm cake,
and share an ice-smattered rhapsody -
bottoms all the way up.
Grip your whiskey and gin;
a cherry stem will swirl the spittle
round your knotty tongue.
Sits the easy chair, electrified.
Flickering smiles and roundabout jitters
a haven concocted in sanity, here.
'Tis a shame about your absent eyes,
but you ...
in a moment of retrospect,
with murky eyes
and that spontaneous, wildly surprising way
‘learn to Savor the sour and you'll Appreciate the sweet’