Foul Weather Fare

I`m proud to watch you when you`re at your best
Calm, cool incarnate, statuesque
all my friends love you and wish you well
you`re wise but unrefined, enviable
Tail to feline, marrow to bone
depth to your breath
your words to my soul
You`re bold faced lies, obsession at large
breath left prose on bathroom mirrors
foul weather fare
Moral at outset from boot to chest
published paintings of the old west
or desert grotto all silent and clear
opulent, crimson, sunken mirrors
Tail to feline, feather to wing
blood in my heart
to hear you sing
your bold faced lies, my obsession at large
your breath left the sweetest prose on my mirror