Abstract thoughts
See the world through a full glass of red wine
is to see the globe through blood dripping from
the galaxy as chalices of the wine of those who
paid the ultimate price for our folly.
When goblets fall and spill their lusciousness we
forget the fallen and start a new war simply
because someone must die to keep the carousel
going around and around if not the world will fall
into an abyss drifting in cold nothingness,  
surrounded by beer foam and the stink of a pub
Sunday morning before the cleaners come
with cleaning products that smell of industrial
perfume that is toxic and gives people cancer;
excessive cleanliness kills, the red wine numbs
the mind and blood run down the drain.