HAPPY HOUR

HAPPY HOUR

 

Feel it ….

The moment it comes uninvited.

Pour out the sorrow fast, thick foam floats on top;

Or sulks your silly seriousness in the open;

There are no ears to tune in.

Gulp down your smooth aromatic flavor;

Until your throat touches the ceiling.

Drifts in the air, like a feather;

Light, without the bird.

Let the dark draft hold another drink to you.

Bathe in the bliss of non cognito;

Happy to burp, trapped air release in the hour.

 

 

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