by : Bacardi Gold
the lager is sleeping inside my glass
for hours i haven’t disturbed its trance
is it dreaming
all its own ?
the bubbles had subsided flat
coldness robbed by the meandering thin air
is it in a musing spell
slowly drowning my time ?
my beer had fallen into my mouth
the glass i held now in upside down
my thoughts had started to grind
the ending had just begun…