Wednesday, March 04, 2009

talking to l.s. drinking stella artois

work your magic,
my poor, green, giving,
temperamental beauty,
until the world has ceased to be.

and then i'll sleep
clean through, and
undisturbed by dreams;

and wake up in the morning
fresh, as all drinkers
at your long neck do,

sure for once
a cruel universe
is giving me a chance.

2 comments:

All This Trouble... said...

I sleep in a belligerent manner after drinking alcohol. It's a ticket to slumber heaven for my hubby but not for me. It tortures me.

Fred Abbey said...

I like the idea of someone sleeping belligerently!