Alcohaul
Airy lies in bubble suits
Stole my source from me.
The glass, the wine, it’s almost time
To dip in the alcohaul sea.
I grab my gear and step in line
To see what I can see.
The cork, the years, those angry tears
Bob bottled in the alcohaul sea.
No buoy floats, no lifeguard swims
As I reach out to her.
She looks away and still today
Floats rocked by the alcohaul bomb.
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