By Neville Rodman
Pass me the handled vessel
So I may commit plasmatic consummation
Then kiss the maiden who in her country skirts
Humbly brought forth from the vineyard
Overflowing in baskets, the grapes,
That in chemical metamorphosis
Will blossom in my senses
Blithely stumbling into dreams
And,
An Ode to Staggering
The lady in the Ball gown said” your drunk”
And I out of stubbornness and pride
Refused to acquiesce
Of course.