The horse’s mane aflame
Emblazoned and dancing across my beer can.
Liquid gold in aluminum
I succumb
The Green Car girl I resist not
What she has to sell
I pay
I pop
I swill
And feel the first wort’s worth team trough my veins
Like whip tight reigns
To my brain, cracking
Before I drain
My heart
Of all the passion it holds of this day.
Juli, 14 nearing Totsuka—Yokosuka Line to brine 2011
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