Awakening the Aluminum Jetsam
A paper, a line, a bubble, a tin
(Times, Victoria, Perignon, sardine)
My memory jostles, my eyesight grows dim,
The groan of the organ, the cadence, the hymn
The rock of the carriage, its rhythm obscene
Steel meeting steel in the night, kissing kin
Alone in the tunnel, my thoughts vague and grim
A glass, a point, a gentleman, a sin
(Champagne, darts, cad, sloth)
"By God, Sir, to the brim with that Fine Froth!"
My somelier cradles it, wrapped in a cloth.
The memory vanishes, absorbed in the din.
"To the Pit with you, David Lee Roth!"
| Contributors: | Elusis, Anon., Velvet, loaf, Anon, hafgish, Kevin Andrew Murphy. |
| Poem finished: | 21st June 2003. |