What Disposition Will Extol Poem by Tanathica

What disposition will extol a drink more tears then ethanol?
Whimper fingers wet the basal pulpit arcing,
Diffuse the glimmer from the forebrain, barking!
Not the sole transfusion, water falls
Refracting, shows the coarseness of the walls
Shade the fuel that sweats on our diffuseness
Facejacket cold-blockade and Lambert looseness

Ocean water's going diving
Translucent children say, it's leaving
But far in the punctured weave, the breathing
Of all the headburning half afloat ones
And all their musing's skyward seething

Now never count the steps that walk you in
Homonculi inside your head breathe in
In all the land abandon symbol's sale
And vomit in, a monopalate meal
Regurgitate, in tongues
The efficient self-deceiving spiel
Of another surreptitious autocrat
Not worth a damn, our labour's yield
The night's still young - I'll drink to that