Friday, February 18, 2011

Languor (Song)



My porch is wet.
It's just a drizzle.
Far away ice mountains
and my malt on the rocks-
sizzle-
quietly in my head,
they sound distant.

I close my eyes,
and feel oozy.
Life is getting slower. 
It's languor.

I am just a bit high,
but warm in the chill
as the sun dips behind.


Whiskey clinks on ice,
I smile and say, 
'hey,
I am with you
tonight.'

It's languor.





3 comments:

Asit said...

Aku wants to know what type of poem it is. He is learning in his classes about them.

RAHUL AITHAL said...

These are random thoughts. I have selected few chords (on the guitar) and composed a song.

Kay said...

and its bliss!?