The Brevity of Life

The clasp of conifers 

Gratuitously wave amidst the

Stifled wind at Porter's House -

An insufferable abode

Of repressed love,

Disguised by idle chat 

Over a long-awaited lager.

Am emotional disaster.

Faster.

Time runs out.

Lettuce warps under the succulent hues 

Of bubbling butter

In sunshine.

Olives lay saturated in brine -

Forgotten beside the key-lime

Pie of poetry.

Goblets of gelato glisten 

And listen to the emotional cries

Of a cockapoo,

Whilst children dance under 

The dreams of people parched;

Arched in aching abject poverty. 

Those who cross the sea.

 A reduced chicken sandwich 

Betrays the brevity of life.

A sublime strife -

For something so simple. 

Her untouched dimple

Rests upon her sleeping man, 

Creamed and shiny like seedless jam.

Naked chests.

Sweat-soaked vests.

Pizza pomodoro 

Caresses blades of sun-scorched grass. 

A fanciful farce 

For a first date.

It is getting late.

Time is running on.

The suffocating heat of summer

Is glummer

When gorgeous.

Darkness descends,

And to her murderous friends,

The crow calls.

Lager-filled veins

Rein 

The world - 

Wishing for 

Remains of a day

Snuggled under the blankets

Of sojourners who

Kiss falling flakes

Of snow. 

Aromas of freshly baked dough

Merge with the music

At Chango. 

Tajin tainted Mango -

The spice of Mexico

Seduced by the sweet 

And sour subtlety

Of grieving

Those warm winter wishes

Made over a hot toddy,

An emaciated body -

Breathing in the brevity

Of life.