Nay to the Glibber

the last of the maple
dripping down chins
turkey for goebbels
and brandy
as such
a cheap napoleon
by the fire
by the fire
witchery and wars of the mind

wars of trim loins
seeking to be possessed
for sanity’s sake
the prophet seeks to become a drunkard !!
but in a desert
the heat makes for long nights
lonely nights
nights–
of beading sweat
droplets
of passion misspent
o’ how i recoil
at the gadfly
and the taciturn glibber
as i close my eyes
for a daydream
fevers dream