glug glug in the gantry
a vision for fairy
tales out of school
in the cabernet dark;
the pin prick stars circle
brief bubbles in a swirl
(look, its got legs)
nose ascends from the murk;
and we’re tipping up, stemless,
first-growth in a solo
—the arrogance of drowning
the fruit for its spark
...
as if the universe
could grant us more meaning
beyond its own being
and our own silent curse.
April 2020
a vision for fairy
tales out of school
in the cabernet dark;
the pin prick stars circle
brief bubbles in a swirl
(look, its got legs)
nose ascends from the murk;
and we’re tipping up, stemless,
first-growth in a solo
—the arrogance of drowning
the fruit for its spark
...
as if the universe
could grant us more meaning
beyond its own being
and our own silent curse.
April 2020
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