David and Goliath: Unconquerable Giants

I’m not big enough to change

What’s written in the stars

Said David to Goliath

He did it from afar

It’s stones that I have plenty

Just not the kind that thrill

I’ve excavated many

Just looking for a kill

There’s no use in complaining

We pantomime by choice

I’d scream if I was faking

Like using someone’s voice

Now I’ve a chance to change

What’s burned this hollow heart

To see Goliath fall

Must David too depart?

Individual Sadness.

We each have our own

individual sadness.

Like a fine wine.

I drink it down.

Some tastes better

than others.

I drink hers down.

Then open another bottle.

We much prefer red over white.

Dry over sweet.

Though there have been those who’ve poured

and those who’ve carelessly spilled.

But none like this.

None so direct.

Covered in a deep, warm red

I much prefer her careful aim

as she throws the Cab into my face –

Betty Davis style.