Out of the age of blue times
I saw
Gold steel
As myths disintegrated
Into old wives tales
And then into amber,
Drink:
Teleportation for a price,
My cells protest but I don’t listen
Don’t hear
Only feel
The cloying, throbbing, dry thirst and ache
The fuzzy bleary dozing-but-not-sleeping circular gnawing
Eroding the steel plate of my chest
Golden treasured amber
Whiskey dreams for everyone!
Precious tonic of the crazed, the homeless
The hopeless, the disappointed housewives
Overworked hands and underworked minds
Liquid celebration and tragedy
Blue lips purse and twist for a drop of illumination
Take me out of this age of remembering
Remind me you were only ever a myth