Red Wine And Solitude

I might get drunk tonight
on red wine and solitude
lost in the depths of a
full-bodied zin and the whir
of a palm-leaved fan.

Disappointment weighted
afternoon, damn fool who let
you in? Now I feel the scorched
earth aftermath while he eats a
well done steak.

A better woman might have
walked away, held her tongue,
but she does not live here.
I said my piece, now there’s
a consequence.

Pardon me, I’ll be in my room.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

4 thoughts on “Red Wine And Solitude”

  1. Dramatic …more maybe ….cri de coeur… and chirping personal preference …a well done steak is not a steak done well…

    and remember …the first 100 years are the toughest ..and how are my buddies da Patches and da Scout (?)

    yours always in sippin’ whiskey simpatico

    a cubs fan

    Liked by 1 person

    1. My cats showed amazing solidarity with me, eschewing the tantalizing smells emanating from the kitchen. Yes, the steaks were overcooked. Heh heh heh. I’d have taken them off the grill earlier if the men hadn’t been so awful to me. Asshats.

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s