Sweet sweet sadness

watermelon sugar

and dandelion wine.

Mix me my concoctions

and drink my silver

fluids

my golden liquids

my precious jewels

that drip from oaken caskets

into humble clay bowls,

not so humble as

false pride

but lowly

waiting eagerly

like beggars with

mouths open

thirsty with the dust of travel

hungry with poverty.

 

Suddenly

the Stranger

                  appears.

lifts his arms

in benediction

crosses his legs

in frustration

and is nailed

to the door.

Like a beggar

asking alms

he is riveted

with hardened stares

by beggars of my wine.