Eat, Drink And Be Mary Poem by YURI DURAAN

Mary is happy
she does not think
or dream
or wonders why the first
star at night tugs at her
heart as she downs her
first Tequila…

before a star can take hold
of her thoughts,
she downs another

Mary does not lie awake
in the arms of her lover…
She makes love and
falls asleep, unaware of the
sad moon’s vigil over
her figure which is hugged
by the constraints of her existence..

She eats life
Life eats at her…
it takes its fill until
there is nothing left
to remember

Mary has no harvest of
sunflowers
no ship that comes in

Mary is happy