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.