Heights

Dribbling thoughts like
Pinot Noir in a crystal glass.
Summer afternoon,
Wintering minds.

Pale reflections started to
Appear and disappear
Beneath these tired eyelids
In constant motion.

Capgras delusion
Replacing what was meant to be there
With few additional hours
Imagery, and deeper fiction.

Dribbling thoughts like
Vintage white in a steel glass.
Winter morning,
Summertime minds.

(Steal the rectum off my spine)