Drink

Ah, but the buzz passes quicker than

A wasps wings whizzing by an empty glass.

It’s the effect stupid, and it seeps in deeper

Than blood. It hit’s the head first,

And it makes me judge and merry jury

With the surly executioner, nowhere to be seen.

Then there are the eyes. They see only the golden,

Emboldened as they are, by the light.

The hands are yet to dare to meet the tonic’s stare,

But there is still time.

The heart and chest become steel caressed

Gripped by a warmth that can beat back the cold outside.

See how their tongues slip from Cicero to mistletoe

In four hours. Not me. Mine is tied like an indecisive snake

Unable to break, the ice.

Legs at eleven still plot a course by the stars

Stumbling out of bars, and already my head is beating

Like my heart did, fleeting, when I remembered,

Perhaps, a little too hard.