#2,506 This glass

Mike Bell/ August 23, 2022/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

This glass is my refilled
re-route from dull days
[not in gripping hands]

I reduced my soft grab
of red wine to less – no
kissing it lightly & then

greedier tips – my trick
is to resist its sip – Look
at those legs displayed

by heavier reds – Drink
fools our softened eyes
& hands – a longer pull –

see auld drunkards fall
[when booze-weighted
& off-kilter] – glass men

are frail & seen through
in cold mornings after –
a wallet flops – skinned

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