Bubbly
I'm after the juice again,
You know, the old elixir,
We used to slug it down,
uncaring where came after.
I'm seeking out that buzz,
bringing, beaded/brimming,
the briny mental fuzz,
or my cheap grin.
Cut glass, our voices up
the cry, the seeker
gone to get his cup,
to dive the deeper
wash of good creation.
Aged and splendid song,
barrelling along the notion
of never being wrong,
I know where you are stored,
past the wary and the slow,
bust out our bursting hoard -
24.99, let's go.
John Pache
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