Drink
Another blast from the past
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA
It is without not weft
And without not wain
That I see you
In the new and old
Style of floating in a tank
Without bubbles
To float you
I see your eye and it fixes on mine
It looks in panic as I see
You are not a real breather
But a float to some
And a note to others
Not to swim here.
It beer and wine be
And not water and whine, see?
So go and and float somewhere else
While I commence a grand ol’ soak
In the water of my life
And drown my sorrow
Forever.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016