Searching for the Right reason by Ivy

words smell of good wine and rare meat
I see right through you
as we sit at a table tattooed with memories
and martini glasses all in a row
cold french fries slither into everybody's hands
eating guitars
drinking daisy's
drifting through life without a pillow
I see faces
everyone I love
best in all the world
buzzing and settling and landing
agitated bees in front of me
holding smiles
photo copied from easier times
conversations miss vowels
a drunken profit
wisdom comes in sips and gulps
hair striped with lessons learned
with unsaid judgements
with glasses shared
I turn my head to see my friend chatting
with his finger
he stares through the reflecting glass
holding onto tears for yesterday
everyone means well
with stories of nesting birds in fluffy beds
I watch and wait to be asked
and once I start I have no idea what I'm saying
nor how I know what flowers intend
and cyclones think
I just do
I can tell by nods and furrowed brows
and dried up sweat
that I'm onto something
so I talk and stroke and cough blossoms
while reminiscing over sawed off trees
bursting into flames
my favorite weeds produce red teacups
I return home to flirt with the moon
and wink at the weeping willow
swaying to the water dance in her head
it’s time to bring tears on my deck
and flip memories on her back
questions comes for a spot at the table
in an alligator’s tongue
I never did trust her eyes
life is a bucket falling into a well
blue curtains sway without a breeze
I cry for many reasons
but seldom for the right one
I took the head right off her
making her grumpy for days straight
impressions have no sense of humor
I left behind hugs on the left side
bosom to bosom
in the place where I forgot my shoes