Wine & Animal Cookies

Nothing ever feels so good

as sitting ’round the white table

talking of nonsense

and tales of dreams

looking for that precious face

to lighten up the darkest space

Sweet white wine caresses my lips

but I just feel like

I can’t resist

the endless glare

the careless glance

but now turn on the lights

to hell with romance

(stream of con – circa late 90s)