28 August 2009

Tomorrow Won’t Let


so the World’s shut shop and I’m
pissed beyond reprieve – there’s
more wine to let admission guess
ulterior motives which prove I’m
wrong – at least while you’re, as
the game goes on, impressed

I sip Shiraz with a capital ‘S’ since
precaution ended insinuation
there’s no dictionary text to say
nay with clear diplomacy – it is
obvious tomorrow won’t let a lone
paragraph’s dissention anyway

where am I exactly; say glass or
two short of a handful? Bless me,
I’d be a fool to accept either or all
explanations which pour the next
glass of wine – I’m just happy to
see hands filled with good wishes
© 11 July 2009, I. D. Carswell