Monday, July 30, 2007


The power. The glory. The wonder.
The malt. The hops. The urinal.
The memories of bygone college days.
All of these are illuminated, when sweet, sweet beer touches my lips.
The hiss of the tap, the clink of the glass.
A fresh draft pour, so smooth and cool.
A toast. To life.
And another. Yet another.
Sorry barkeep, I spilled. Why not pour another?
It tastes so good. So brisk and wholesome.
A while passes by, but passes in a moment.
A trip outside. A jaunt with friends.
The beer abounds at every stop.
It rarely ends well.
The blinding incandesence of a police cruiser's spotlight.
Broken glass everywhere. Questions percolate.
Whose tooth is this?
Where are my pants?
Was I just tasered?
I can't feel my legs.
Yay beer!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Yeah beer is correct my friend. And yes, I am a raging chocoholic. Not for chocolate though, for beer.
-Romeses Malone