Rubbery words spilling out of rubbery lips
Could just be Dionysus tricks
Rhyme and rhythm spiralling through licks
Of wine stained mind, need more sips
Glass number two now half full
I can finally spill out my pain
Just a little more, can’t be the drunken fool
Have to be able to write and at lease stay sane
I look at shells when wine affects my brain
I put them to my ear so I can hear
The roll of those waves, and I imagine
The wind and salt air saturating my nose
Wet sand ooze between me toes
It just all seems right and defiantly real.
In my mind I find a special rock
Their I sit and reminisce
Memories that could fill a book.
And again I take another sip
And remember another time
In my youth and red wine
Silver gobbles and my parents
Toasting to a pearl wedding
That band still sits on my old mother’s finger
Even though dad died so long ago
Sailors both they came to this land
On just twenty-one pound notes
Passports taken, dirt floor first home.
Now memories of the conversation some
Of flying through the stars
Universal oceans webs of laws
Others I now forget some are flaws
That this red wine would loosen
So I sing out more please
To keep the brain slightly fuddled
We sang out wine songs
To the night time stars
The universal song of merry minds.
Now the rubbery lips become more pronouced
WEE, be JUst a DrinKIng
And LOOsing da Rigt words
Did ye now Uncle Cerriil was A Sexhologist?
NAAH really and Grannie, dad's mum
She pretendedd she wasss a man
YIiip she went tah work inn the minesss
Now that is another story,
and I have been told to go to bed.