Eleven Poems on Wine in a Single Afternoon

Eleven Poems on Wine in a Single Afternoon

1.
The real glass
is the skin of the grape.

2.
Thick as blood
in my mouth
tasting like a heart
grown in a boat.

3.
By
licking the sides of the tank
one tastes the flavor of war.

4.
Let yourself not
get away
in the black-pink mystery
built up over the top
by grit.

5.
Wait!
wait to decide...
your tongue knows...
your tongue that cannot speak
knows.

6.
Each sip a lecture
leading to the next
meaning
without speaking of itself.

7.
Great love has thrown itself out
over the stuff, but
I'm interested in more
than the affair.

8.
Getting close to
feeling,
tumbling,
falling,
aching guts
protrude thus-
truth!

9.
Now,
that's where water is not
defeated,
only transformed.

10.
A poet's lips
are but a thrill
on the edge
of his throat.
A throat to
swallow
this
exquisite
weather.

11.
I see—
the addict cannot lead lust along to a failure...
the word must also be
successfully
intoxicated.