twin-labial pucker up to a bottle of wine

drinking a kalimotxo gives me the blushes...
and if i could... substitute... my dosage of "terrible liar"
vodka... or ms. amber... and i would... gladly...
give my mind and body up to the wine and coca-,

but who's up for...
      recycling wine bottles...
and standing in queues... we're talking...
     8 x 2 =...             16 units...
your typical bottle of wine
is 9 units... circa...
      roughly 2 bottles of wine... per evening sitting...

- clearly someone was busy...
reinventing drinking and...
a "time-machine":
more like... the cameo cinema of memory...

or... candyfloss...
             i never liked drinking with
people...
too much conversation and...
"idiocy" of stressing the moment...
or whatever moment...
evens out... smiling... having a head filled with
a hebrew definite article that's
also... one of the H's
in the tetragrammaton:
i call it... the vowel-catcher...

but if one is the vowel catcher
equivalent to: ah... (a sigh)
   and eh?! (the question being
reiterated with an already presumed faulty reply)...

the laughter: ha ha ha ha...
  beside the point...
       who the hell desires to drink
wine for the taste: a connoisseur...
i'm pretty much sure that i've subsribed to: to drink
a wine... one mustn't "deceive"
oneself with: a spartan detail of a body...
or a spartan body of detail
              (coin flip on in)...
"free will": but still a reminder
that there only consists an argument
of choice for either A or B... etc.
"free will" and the constraints
of choice... give than... eventually:
only two revolve around pushing a vector forward...

or the "thinking thing": i think to prod the sponge...
the brain that i trust to be guided by
its unconscious: nerve central...
and also... a proto-life-form...
i need it to be: an... "empty thing"
    (res cogitans / res vanus respective)...

i drink... and... wait... for pinching
this sponge-life-esque-and-form...
fucking flushes of "in vino veritas":
good that the ancient romans
didn't taste vodka...
      talk about giggles when being
trapped to crucifix stilts...

  still... the baptism of poland: 966...
the baptism of lithuania: circa 1400...
the emergence of islam: circa 960...
complicated: well sure...
it didn't spread like "wildfire"...
                     only in place where:
prior to: rome left a footnote and mark...
the germans converted...
with the promise of being the revival...
or whatever...
            
                   that's the difference
between a confederation... and a simply: federation...
                    it's a work of ingenuity
that by export: there's the united...
    which isn't exactly "united" at all...
i digress... the wine the candyfloss...
and... the vanguard...
                nibbling on history while
journalism is asleep...
and this is very bad nibbling...
this is how you don't eat a drumstick
of chicken... unless...
you are fond of your dog...
or you entertain the idea of vultures...

journalism and history...
                and something of a poetry in between...

how was the "united" implied...
                         the circuit... and d.c. stresses
that there be no confederacy...
   like... it's a nice chant...
        u.            s.                    a.!
       finally h'america opened up and
we stopped hearing the music and stopped
watching the movies...
and no one really cared that much
about walt whitman over "    'ere       "...
truth be told: or better still! no truth!

here's a lovely bunch...
                  meredith brooks...
                            alanis morissette...
                  cheryl crowe...
                                      sarah mclachlan...
                          suzanne vega...
                    
         oh i'm missing my: have to find
the proper hound to shoot down these angels
from the sky...
                            
             something new: something's always new...
something to be it in the bottom drawer...
to settle for the niche...
to be the better grieving when the tsunami
politely asks for the key to the lock:
bursting forward...
              it was promised... some time ago...
that jack johnson was going to be the next
bob dylan...

                      yep... a hammer is going
to be a "new" hammer and all those... stubborn
nails... and all those... stubborn clouds...
mmm... yep: and all those stubborn constellation
of stars...

to drink: is to giggle: and keep the truth
as a postcard: pushing it into a mailbox...
without a stamp or somehow underpaying a
fraction of the stamp:
having the receiving end of the "matter"
to cough up the... "details"...

           perhaps this part of history is about...
being resolved to having a period
of: history as nostalgia...
perhaps it's not exactly: a repeat mute button
of groundhog day...

perhaps this part of history is:
nostalgia as history...
      outside of a refernce pointer:
          joan jett or susanna hoffs...
                      all that and the posit of:
well... d'ugh... no shit sherlock!

exhausted or there's still that flicking
of a flame a lacklustre fling for a / with a past...
               as ever: a portion wakes up: while the rest
are gladly falling asleep in the forever dreamworld...

pour the wine! choke on the bloke jokes!
pour the wine! we can fathom the idealists...
we can fathom the romantics...
but we'll sooner come to grips with:
gimp masks and snares of the idealists...

that ol' case of love: in theory...
never muddled: never muddied...
never to be exhausted... by the already available:
grey: elder world of people making
happiness from an unobstructed commute...
nor that: emblem: of tapping a stand-still
"perhaps" dance of a bus arriving late...
minor conflicts: that most certainly
become major elevations to
transcend the day...

                     a questionable narrative...
of all thought: no pen put to paper...
a "questionable" and "narrative"...
  "thinking" and... all of that baggage: shucks!
into the aether it goes!

      as ever: a welcome goodnight...
with christopher young's: hellraiser II soundtrack...
and... for all the pussy that... a rod stewart...
he's still mostly adamant on...
his train-set...                with that sort of reality...
i can, with ease... check in and out of...
for: however many years rod still has in 'im'
consecrations and bull-sacrifices...
and a yawn of moloch... a good night's bargain
of sleep.