Punch Drunk

Written By Glenn McCrary & Jacqueline Webb Dusk settled, Yawning, On a Wednesday evening--- Myself just awakening. Silently, My bones, Groused, Screamed in protest. My body declaring, “You were not made for such hibernation!” My mind shrugging off such accusations, As I made my way, Like the restless dead Into a bar. Entering the smoky dive, I spy a lady---- An agate portrait of a temptress, Graces my eyes (The silver screen which I view my world) Makes me instantly smitten. Indeed! Such a lovely spectacle this vision! A yearning to fill the meaningless void stirs; Punch drunk by a state of awe, I shuffle my feet in her direction. We talk. Discussed ourselves. The pettiness of others; The greatness of each other--- Was all that was on our minds. Destiny!---- To have met on a Wednesday, When the rest of civilization sleeps And forgets of the nights delicacies. . . . © 2011 (All rights reserved)