Wednesday 3 June 2015

BEER OVER




once upon a bad moon 
  like a filter-tip burn
  on deep blue blanket
it
was
all
as simple 
    and 
    as difficult
as
the
next
  swollen short-drink
  to
  clasp-cram into my hungry drinking claw

    now
    i'm
three years dry-

awake / window open 
to car-cough street
sweet petroleum incense / burnt sugar on urban night air
    and
    i'm
summoning 
the nectar taste 
  of 
  freezer chilled 
  summer afternoon 
  moisture beaded
  import beer

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