Saturday, July 31, 2010


Hot pink
and chilled liquid
moulded, shaped in a
glistening crooked glass

the sight of it
oh so soothing
the smell of it calming
dont need to sip it
already hallucinating

then you do
and its sting takes you
to a place
that place you
want to stay
that place you have built

twirl the glass
your emotions a whirlpool
swim, try and escape

sip again
stung again
another whirlpool

try swimming out
until you drown

1 comment:

  1. its great,as a drunkard myself i loved it.hv rarely came across any poem which celebrates the ecstasy so beautifully, with apt words and suitable metaphors.Bacchus ud hv loved to hear this celebration of what used to be his favorite.wanna appreciate this poem, don't forget to hv a drink along, well, the only thing I ud say is, cheers :)