A Drunken Song

Don't gulp it down
Tomorrow's busy at rest
Certainly, but slow to come
Show respect for the bottle
Show respect for Time
Don't gulp it down
Always leave some
For the palate's enjoyment
Show some taste
By your capacity for taste
Can't you feel it
Bite at your tongue?
Do not hurry
Let it swirl
Ebbing back and forth
Filling the mouth's every corner
As it flows down
It claws through your throat
Like it doesn't want to go
But it goes through the stomach
With an exploding warmth
Then you can't help
But not get enough
Feeling so good
Until you throw up

August 2004