Velvet Odysseys

Here I lay me down to sleep,
under skies of velvet deep;
moonlit wishes twinkle and dance,
reminiscent of childhood innocence.

Here is where I must begin.
For the day’s end meets tomorrow’s sin,
to embark on Aphrodite’s odyssey
of love and lust and adultery.

Here I rest my solemn brow,
eve’s quester for the ‘morrow.
The sea is still; Poseidon dreams.
I shared the nectar with Selene.

Here I lay me down to sleep,
under skies of velvet deep.
When I wake, still I dream,
beheld by morning’s golden gleam

© Amber Renaye Wingert

15 January 2013

Debt-solate

Drudging through your desolate landscape
of Wall Street hubris and Maybelline vanity,
and through the expanse of American sheep
en route to slaughter in New York City.

Indebted to Visa; love is a slave
of Valentine’s day chocolates,
their red hearts pink with delay.
Where debt is king to consumerism’s forfeit,
love is a slave to pop songs and boxed chocolate.

 Here we go again, anticipating Orange’s ePhone X (ten).
Zombies. Letting go our humanity
for an avalanche of tech,
and its sinfully blind disparity
between love and feigning interest

Drudging through your neon landscape
of mile-high T.V.s in the city that never sleeps,
fancying clever daydreams of stiletto spears
thrusting through silver reflections of Skyscrapers.

  © Amber Renaye Wingert

15 January 2013