Ghazal numero TWO from the viking

i’ve walked on these boards before, laughing, crying, singing
in the skin of beggars, liars, thieves, and priests.

the cap twisted off, that should have been enough of a clue
as all the wine spilled out like the blood of Christ on sinners.

“hurry up and cook the eggs!” exclaimed a red faced Maria
“i can’t bear the thought of them turning into chickens.”

i found a stain on an old shirt of mine (placed right over the heart)
i got that stain while riding with you... it won’t, it won’t wash out.

the pier was in a permanent state of drench, all the world crashed
into the wall and separated into the mist hitting my cheeks.