tall cold can
Tall
cold
can
of green
beer
guiding me
as I walk
though night
traffic
with the disregarded
discarded exposing
hairy plumber gash
while being rendered
narcoleptic by
the opiate dream state
sparking memories
engine like a dirty
coal furnace
as I stumble
further into the
cosmopolitan
I gaze through
lit pub windows at the besotted
valentine’s couples
drinking martinis with
thick green olives
while munching wild
purple flowers in
their garden salads
staring blankly at each
other with puppy dog
eyes while I give the
finger to the all terrain
vehicle with the
blinding light emitting
diodes before I realize
it’s a cop car which
causes me to swish
with my tall beer can
into a public corner
washroom which is
surprisingly shiny
clean and useful.
