On My Knees

                  "On My Knees"

On my knees I imbibe on burgundy teas.

For one who sees you are blind.

I'd like you to lose what you find.

That has no reason or rhyme.

Crossed line is divine.

Alarm clock's heaven jangling bells.

It tells time.

Is life foolish?

Or full of fuels made from jewels?

Maybe renewals in the film's art library.

You are funny no matter who you are.

I can see your humor from a distant star.

Right across from The Mar's Bar.

Love You-Jonathan Billet-rewritten 04.23.2015