This is a collaboration piece between myself and a great poet Ron Bergquist, you can discover his amazing works over here at his Blog Ron Bergquist he writes raw and real no bullshit pretty bows, go check him out :). Him and his work is like a breath of fresh air :).
I say we wrote it, but actually he coaxed the words from me pulling them out from the depths of writers block he then spun his amazing web of thought around them and created this little masterpiece. He did all the hard work, I just sat about drinking coffee and looking pretty.
Thank you Ron, your encouragement was immensely appreciated.
Take me away on the whisk of a date,
Where space goats meet us drunk at the gate
sipping thimbles full of wine’
Coffee and cake,
take – this blank canvas,
make it our page.
I like the invitation to write verse together;
as we pause with a finger
to our jaw in awe
of each other;
ooze over each other;
as we contemplate the deeper meanings of life
These animals debate our fate:
feed us from the bars of our cage;
Let’s fill it together with creative rage,
In that perfect way that you and me engage.
If only I could speak as fancy as I THINK
as fast as I THINK fancy thoughts!
wine, coffee and cake”
We could speak our minds on the spot –
be energetic and kinetic –
let it all linger.
1 shot, 2 shots 3 shots
oblivion knocks at the door;
The torrid torment of societies fucked up illusions!
The faceless sheep scrambling for the pedal stool of confusions;
fuck this delusion
fucking loud mouth intrusion
you’re in no position to be
so please be still and shit!
Sit and spit ill wit – as we contemplate;
plausible fantasy based off our torrid reality;
won’t you sit and sip wine from a thimble
Eat cake and drink some tea?
As goats sit pretty and try to define,
©Ron Bergquist and Karen Hayward 2016