Drunk on Literature
Words unfurl and tiptoe into my head;
I take a sip of whisky.
They sweep and clear my troubles away;
Cherry wine slips down my throat.
The letters storm and spark a fire inside of me;
I can feel beer swirling in my veins.
The story bursts in colour, festive;
The champagne lifts me higher and higher.
The first page brings a feeling of freshness;
I take my first sharp gulp of cider.
The first chapter brings a pleasant and nutty taste;
A glass of sherry sits beside me.
The ending words leave behind a spicy yet sweet feeling,
I down a bottle of ginger ale.
Holding the book in my lap, I feel lightheaded and sluggish,
I have another mouthful of rum.
I reckon that a book can be as good as
Any alcoholic beverage.