Suffering Somnambulists (A Poetic Couple)

Cafe’ La Patisserie Daix

Were the entire world half so sweet as these confections that

Surround me

I might, (I fear I might),

Succumb

To sanguine, syrupy self-indulgence.

In corpulence of flesh, not

Soul,

I’d lead my suffering-starved

Existence,

And perish unscarred, my crypt bejeweled,

Then rise to new life more the fool.

Redoubtable Syncope

We trudge this path of daily drudgery,

Weary, somnambulists, seeking true

Tranquility; almost overcome by the

Temperate climes we sometimes find,

Stumbling into the heady intoxication of their

Overwhelming, insidious liquor, where

Soporific slumber seems so sweet.

So then, shall we lay our heads to rest,

And there fall faint, where dreams of

Indolent ataraxia our souls in

Drowsy chains may keep?

Never, else then with death we sleep!