
Blizzard Bacchanal
As if the earth were to go on and on forever another four inch layer of snow silently covers time and space out the…
The wine we love is the wine of the spirit
The wine we avoid is the wine of the body
Though the wine of the body lead to spiritual bliss
its dregs and bitters are magical temptation
Shattering the glass is the way to the pure wine
though the glass itself is the wine and the
wine itself the glass
and the lips that sip are also the blesséd drink
that we think by simply sipping we’ll be
able to drink
And we drown in the world of what is
always drunkenly around us
whose otherworldly bubbles of light always
drunkenly surround us
11/25/2007 (from The Fire Eater’s Lunchbreak)
Categories: Poems