truth in vapours of ABSINTHE

 
it welcomed me and looked disarmed
laughed the cackle voices deformed
clung like her lost perfume
rockets and the squibs
the meeting will be missing you
stagger there with a bandaged head
i hide it i think rather well
hardy ever let it touch my lips
see heaven down dark corridors
decant life by the seat of your pants
walk abroad with elephants
the claws that scratch on the window pane
seek the plaster the sore to smooth
the false belief that with will you could choose
the still that causes much unrest
spin the wheel risk sudden death
dystopia turns an upward path
humans and pigs dine from the trough
push the boat out knowing it will flounder
sail where the Furies are likely to plunder
the cask that holds a vile resource
the poets corner a garret so dark
seeking lifes meanings in different forms
sip the Absinthe and relish its warmth

  #ArthurRimbund