Sitting by the old juniper bush
nursing an iced tall whiskey sour.
Waiting for the seasonal changes
the hourglass ready to be turned.
The North star burns so very bright
while the summer candle smolders.
Here in my slice of tranquil heaven
cool autumnal night by the junipers.
Laugh as a kitten plays with leaves
Forgetting today's dragooned folly
licking wounds with a hollow tear
degenerate's breath the same air.
Driving to the left, wrong or right,
the seasons grasp on the soulless
whilst I dream of another eclipse;
hazily drinking by the juniper bush.