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Beer Study #1
by Steve MichaelsTip to lip
cool brown glass
barley alive
"this too shall pass."
Like twelve-steppers passing neon-lit
jukebox-moans of smoky kiss
this funk of Thursday
fades to bliss and I kick back
beside the shore of
tumultuous crests
the rhythmic bore
of idle conversing as minutes
tick fast
and cells multiply, divide
subtract
words fall deep
skin peels back
aging, not graceful
stylish foolish
unwise
nothing left
to visualize.
finger through
warm brown ring
a drop shimmering
ghost of brew. 03/01/2011 Author's Note: Old stuff
Posted on 03/01/2011
Copyright © 2025 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/02/11 at 01:40 AM Thank you for sharing your old stuff....I like it. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/21/11 at 07:13 PM Yes, sometimes the old stuff is best...at least has a body all its own..."No wine served before its time," or in this case 'beer.' My second favorite drink after wine. :o) |
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