Wine for breakfast

[Quotidia]

I really enjoyed this. It has a certain 'hangover haze' charm to it. Dreamy metaphors, familiar and yet a little uncomfortable (like the use of 'nebulous' for eyes) imagery that causes a wince or two at the situation. Then moving into a pleasant waking dream. Then snap back to reality. You presented many intriguing ideas and images in the first part, to feel a little abandoned by the third stanzas shift, only to be brought back into focus again with the last line.

When you wake up
for the first time
after a weeklong bender
besotted by barbarism, Great line.
brought by the bottle and the poke ;
the television screaming with
second rate ads
and cut throat capitalism - cliche but dammit, it works brilliantly here
You realize you might have a problem.

When your heart is broken
by someone you were never
really sure you were dating,
and love only comes as a way to stave off loneliness
and a mad drummer moves into your spare room
after 6 months exile, it becomes obvious to have
wine for breakfast. I think yes, yes it would be time for that.

The haze of a silver screen starlet beams across
50 years, still alive and dripping with sex.
Enchanted by her nebulous eyes
calling to recall a passionate evening
rolled in sand and sea foam,
distant city-lights bathing everything silver and timeless-
hair the colour of sunset,
hands the skeletons of birds,
lips the colour of wine
playing Rhapsody’s across my flesh.
Confusing love for lust again. A beautiful stanza, but takes things in a different direction - real to unreal.

They say that “Love is the only cure”;
It’s also often the cause. Amen to that, brother