Memories of Beer

a hot numbness

of happiness, wet

and sends us

to that sweet deadly zone

            that craves the next

            and the next again

release that makes carefree

but wary the supply may dry

living for the comfort cocoon,

for the lullaby music

of the crack of can

or the vacuum kiss

of the frost-smoke bottle

remembering to be slave

to that cold kiss,

gateway 

to an uncertain heaven