Pass me the handled vessel

So I may commit plasmatic consummation

Then kiss the maiden who in her country skirts

Humbly brought forth from the vineyard

Overflowing in baskets, the grapes,

That in chemical metamorphosis

Will blossom in my senses

Blithely stumbling into dreams

And,

An Ode to Staggering  

   

                                                           

                                                        The lady in the Ball gown said” your drunk”

                                                        And I out of stubbornness and pride

Refused to acquiesce

Of course.

                                                                                     

By Neville Rodman