Taverns and Tumult

Licentious thought wraps around your head
Dipping its paws into the edges of your mind
And spilling milky contemplation across the table.

Inspiration, conception and deliberation - all sit on the window ledge;
I fear these three wise men.
Might have had one too many drinks this night.

The cesspool smells like cotton candy
And tastes like chocolate in front of a fire.
What things the night introduces
In the stillness of a moment,
Even the morning cannot chase away.

We live, we love, we lie. Always, we lie.