It's impossible to live without wine of some kind.
— Osip Mandelshtam
“Out of our minds with the easy life. . .”
Out of our minds with the easy life:
Wine in the morning, hung over by evening.
How can I quell this mounting gaiety,
Your glow, oh drunken plague?
From the agonizing ritual of a handshake
And nocturnal kisses on the street
When speech flows heavily
And lamps burn like torches.
We wait for death like a fairy-tale wolf,
But I'm afraid the first to die
Will be the one with the anxious, red mouth
And bangs falling over his eyes.
Kevin James is brilliant.
Posted by: Sharon | December 16, 2004 at 02:56 PM