grab the glass full of fire
and methodically shove it down the throat
run your dirty sleeve again
over the broken lip thirsty of a new hello
ask the barkeep for a refill
another glass of fire to quench your soul
drink it down fast, never slow
close the blood shot eyes, feel the warmth
ask for a glass of forgetfulness
finish it off and then go, never to return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
especially so when you make it look such alluring!