Wine industry morality, curious. Why do I say that? Because of the imperative selfishness on the behalf of few. Most in this corner, acknowledge Equilibrium. Past such, I continue with this Burgundian beauty. Chardonnay, Kelly...pushing the pages forward. She, here with me. In elevated intimacy.
Listening to beats, scribbling bent rimes. Composure, arduously. Impressively so. As a writer/poet, I swivel in this cathedra, demodernized. Not sure where I walk, I sip again. The night’s theme, Chardonnay. Her.
Thinking I may continue with the script, even though I don’t like the format. Should I try? Sipping, assertively. This Composition notebook, filling more steadily than estimated. Time, cruel to me, all in this paginated artistry. Sip, sip...