
I need time for fine wine
Actually, it’s pretty cheap
Long as is doesn’t taste like vinegar, I’m good
And I refuse guilt
On a Friday, having survived
Because that’s what life is
A bloody fight and you know it
Like I know it
And we laugh about it and mostly
We swear fucking loads about it
And that makes us laugh more
Reveals the tension, the underlying strung out, pain and regret and
Anger
Licking lips, shaking heads, shaking it all away, we say
All you can do is laugh
All you can do is fuck it
Because life is short!
Fine wine, at the right time
Is never, ever enough
It lifts you up, lifts you out
The glass in hand, the bubbles glistening
The tall thin stem
The fragility of glass, like human pain
Human potential and blood
Your mouth rejects then consumes it
Your body likes it, your mind craves it
Music gets louder, means more
Touches you, nodding
You are gloriously amplified
Even, alone, typing, thinking, feeling, smiling
Taking lost selfies
You are smiling, with your fine wine
Your reward, your reward for the fight
And what does it mean
Except, anything can happen, anything will
Probably, you will roll into bed and sleep with
A smile on your face
But you don’t know that for sure when you start the fine wine
You feel the possibilities then
Of words unspoken, of laughter, light, danger
It’s all a ball of reckless desire and needing to be seen
It propels and laughs slyly
Trips many a fine human up
Ties them in knots
But not you
You know, fine wine, cheap wine
But only on a Friday
It is a caged beast, after all