Saturday, February 27, 2016

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,
to an uncertain heaven

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