Fluid of Verse

Spilling forth,

Puddleing

As if they were squeezed

From hearty

And eager

Berries

Languishing robustly…

Yet earnestly seeking

To renew and reinvigorate

Senses previously

Scarred by

Inadequacies,

Rooted in soils

Of verbal confusion

And tended…

By the

Rambling profusion

Of pointed satire…

Contained…

At least temporarily,

In vessels of glass

And awaiting

The consumption

Of lyrically laden

Prose…

The fragrant

And richly appointed liquid

Blends succinctly

And convincingly

With the

Carefree trappings

Of sprawling verse…

Reinforcing, again…

The notion that

Wine is indeed…

Liquid poetry.