every little helps

[Lobo]

every little helps.

Those two alcoholics at tesco’s,
Noted my bottle of Red;
Wished an evening of reeling grape-feeling
And floating the path of the Dead.

UnnecessarilyscarilyIclickety-opened the twist cap,
Expecting a Scythe in the Eye,
Troubling and bubbling some Blood of the Bull,
So-aroused, I slurped, wet to dry
And two more away, the Yaffles adore,
While Dunnocks disturb rising Newts,
So wandered a mind, taking a line
To the Woods of Words and cahoots.


The Fire I lit but four morns before,
Toasting the rise of our Sun,
I wish you indeed, this Bleed of my Warmth -
Say “Cheers!” to the Ones who’ve begun.

L.
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[Romelia]

Chin-chin!