Let me drink
The liquor of poetry
Spilling from the cups
Of Shakespeare and Yeats
Let me drink
Their sonnets
Meters and rhymes
And sleep with resonance
I chose to write where
The words are played like
Colored stones and
Tangerine guns
Sorrows are sold
Not to abuse me
Each buying is affluence
I’m privileged to scribble
2012-2013
