-on a local beer at a local pub, or
another good reason to speak out as a poet
An angel in an apron offered me a drink.
"Here comes Eternal Youth," she said,
"it is meant to make you think."
While I drank, the world billowed like a sail.
Time went crazy, bladders appeared,
the world's front peeled off like a veil.
Heroes and gods alike were humbled.
Their faces aged, their bones crumbled,
the wind swept away what remained of them.
With them they took the light.
I stumbled in pitch black darkness
and man, from the deep I cried.
And then, suddenly, I knew:
my voice, that's me, I'm here!
I'm not too young to interfere!
I shouted and pushed up the curtain,
reflected light cut through the dark:
the waving sea, time to embark!
My angel again was in her counsellor's role.
"Now sail in song forever," she spoke,
"raise your voice, save your soul!"
I peered into the golden waves...
and found it was this magic potion,
that turned and turned in its majestic motion.
There is truth in wine but there's soul in beer;
and when it sends you spinning, sing, sing!
sing, so all the world can hear!
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
-on a local beer at a local pub, or
another good reason to speak out as a poet
An angel in an apron offered me a drink.
"Here comes Eternal Youth," she said,
"it is meant to make you think."
While I drank, the world billowed like a sail.
Time went crazy, bladders appeared,
the world's front peeled off like a veil.
Heroes and gods alike were humbled.
Their faces aged, their bones crumbled,
the wind swept away what remained of them.
With them they took the light.
I stumbled in pitch black darkness
and man, from the deep I cried.
And then, suddenly, I knew:
my voice, that's me, I'm here!
I'm not too young to interfere!
I shouted and pushed up the curtain,
reflected light cut through the dark:
the waving sea, time to embark!
My angel again was in her counsellor's role.
"Now sail in song forever," she spoke,
"raise your voice, save your soul!"
I peered into the golden waves...
and found it was this magic potion,
that turned and turned in its majestic motion.
There is truth in wine but there's soul in beer;
and when it sends you spinning, sing, sing!
sing, so all the world can hear!
