In vino poetaThey start to come, the words,tumbling down Blossom Hill, dropping from Long Mountain incongruous on grey and rainy afternoons; Californian Ruby Cabernet hard pressed by Rivercrest cépages a cherry bouquet from the Valle Central; the road ahead seemed long, but now appears quite short; we're in the mood, so now before I go, lets murder bulls and call it art, lets murder civilians and call it war, let's murder babies and call it choice, let's murder the world's poor and call it EU subsidy; down goes the ship but what to do? I know! shriek intellectuals of the world unite! you have nothing to lose but your brains! But don't stop there! Listen now, for here is the secret of the great escape: come in and stay in shut the doors and windows lock the doors and windows keep out the light bruises are invisible in the dark don't think for yourself don't think for yourself just watch the children turn and walk away. Looking for dog-shit in the street you cannot watch the stars. Press the play button to hear the poem |