I'll Drink A Bottle Of Wagner. Poem by Liza Sud

I'll Drink A Bottle Of Wagner.



I'll drink a bottle of Wagner.
Why not to get drunk?
Or is it because I'm now
after Communion with Christ?

He is fire, and he is foggy.
He is cloudy as your mind!
He is my eternal desire,
which suddenly wished to come.

Which suddenly came in circles
down on partitur.
I don't believe you are real,
Wagner! But it is true!

Sunday, October 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: music,drunkenness
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