no
don’t worry
i’m just trying
to go into an alcohol induced
trance
to meet my true love
on some neutral plane
some
parallel universe
on this
hazy
lazy
afternoon
a too warm breeze
through an open curtain
gnats
suicidal fairies
in my too warm beer
as i drool
on the fabric
of my armchair
murmuring
“where are you already?”
“isn’t this where we agreed upon?”
“i don’t understand”
“i…miss you…”
sad & true. i am not longer to tolerate any kind of strength in a beer & may have to swear the stuff off for good. which makes me a little sad.
i will have to find new ways to commune with otherworldly realms.
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