A Wine Drinker's Parchment

Another drinking poem

This is the wine drinkers heart

Scrawled hapless on the parchment

Words blend perfect

With the fabric of the Artist

Currently known as

A murky Iconoclast

So surely as idols fall

He's purely a tidal crash

Now the lexicon's intrepid

And the metamorphic message

Is that 7's are to lessons

What Megatron's to weapons

Every awkward second

Holds a novel revelation

Mold a proper education

By just living in the moment

Blood, this ain't a scene

It's the god damned first act

Y'all know what I mean

Bring the three one third back

Burst out of the corner with a force of a nova

And bright the 2 o'clock sky

After Hendricks and soda

Did he mention he's older

Than you might of supposed

Not a poet

Just so happens that he's rhyming his prose

And he's light on his toes

So he's master the Ghost Dance

Taking in the rhythm

Moving cool to a slow trance

Communing with the elders til they give him a vision

Then he explodes from the drumming like uranium fission

That's pertaining to wisdom

That's the crux of creation

Learn to play your position

And you'll trust it as sacred.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading.