Pour me a drink

Pour me a drink

It is the worst night

Of a long hard winter

A terrible storm

Endless in its persuasion

Relentless in pursuit

Of a release

Caught whistling in the dark

Squeezed between

A roll top

And a honky tonk

With no memory

Of the journey

It will never blow out

The window is closed

To the outside

The surface

Only skin deep

Hold a mirror

To my face

If there is condensation

Then I am breathing

On reflection

There is no easy way

To become untangled

The wind too wild

Even my hair is untamed

I am thrown

Tossed by a power

Greater than I will ever be

Still I stand

Puny and punch drunk

Rolling a little

Swaying in the isles

Resisting

Every gust

Feathering in a tempest

I have no way of knowing

When it will end

Blind-eyed

Torn by degrees

Destruction

Has become me

Though

Still, I stand.