White Wine Dreaming

12:12 AM
An eyelid clock sighs
A coocoo hand of fate
Swirls like Nyquil on a sheen
A spoonful of clear life
Twists like on a burn
Rosewater and acid
Taste time like her twelve petals
12:13 AM
An eyelid clock moans
Fire breath sounds crystal
But cannot receive
Like a random obsession
A perfume called poetry
And a glass of liquid words
Shall glance like Listerine
A drunk nocturne AM
Cures my logical taste buds
With inclarity unclear disclear reclear
No more