frenzy

a dozen happy holidays

i'd waste away with you

those haze-filled lazy summer days

(i've chased away a few)

at night, before the moon comes 'round

i'd linger in your mouth

a smack, a crack, an awful sound

before our plans go south

and sure, we patch our troubled hearts

in liquor-frenzied throws

not long before more trouble starts

until we come to blows

(c) j r baugher 2004