Cheers Poem by Fidel Arcenas

Waiter, beer please,
I'm in a mood to talk
To the bards, the muse
By my side, serene and
Beguiling, tempting me
To disrobe my pretense.

'Novice, stop please,
I'm in no mood to tease.'

'This is serious business,
Making love to words,
Caressing the breasts
Of truths.'

Waiter, another please,
I thirst of reasons to be,
Of excuses not to be,
Of pretending I can,
Of knowing I can't.

'Take it easy, every novice
Must die before he can.
Let me help you find
Yourself.'

A long journey, I'm sure
But tonight I found a friend
In this bar, where I drink
Until I begin to dance
With words.