So the glass is in front of you
You are thirsty, are you not?
And the friend holds the glass to your lips
With tender eyes, and a soft voice
He keeps pouring more and more into the glass
You must drink Now!
You are so thirsty, so close to death
If you do not drink Now
You cannot live the death you seek
Your friend, the bartender
Such a smile and sweet drunken speech
But he walks straight between “you” and “me”
The barroom doors are flying open
And surely like you, they are all thirsty
-January 17, 2010