Arms of Absinthe

Arms of Absinthe

The shredding of my soul’s the feeling I know well

Is this my insanity or anger with humanity?

The entropy within the universe is declining energy

So sadness and loss, erosion and destruction is inevitability

This fight called life that can so easy dissolve into tears

The next instant be raised into a feeling that cheers

Within my humanness is the resolve never to surrender

Yet fiendishly the evil of self pity lurks

This raises disgust from my surrounding swirling rational dust

Sucked into my being, yet, and yet it angers

For I’m surrounded by pampered weakness

Tied to mama’s apron strings, now its daddy added to their call

No wonder I want to escape into the Arms of Absinthe

For she’s clear and openly solicits

I’m the dinosaur taught to stand on my own and never cry out

To find toughness and individualism and, not another mother, but a wife!