Life Goes Right to my Head

Liquid form;

iced or not

never cared for pills;

liquid is the form of blood, of water, of tears,

Lapping at the sides of my glass

hitting me like a tropical wave,

wide slobbering tongue,

like a hunting dog,

Pacing for a bird,

it imbibes newness,

only a celebrity rush of stardom

could feel this way,

it quickly turns old.

Some are refreshed

others…. we gulp, not sip

we gulp yearning to reboot,

I cannot slug it fast enough,

life must be sipped slowly,

As life goes right to my head.

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