Tumbling tonight in tavernous treks,
My breath reeking of Sauvignon Blanc,
I have courage enough to read the blogs
of whitest crows and blackest swans.
“Seven best ways to flag off a blog,”
She croaked to soak in a hundred stars,
And nine hundred ardent followers who
inhale deep at ghosts of cigars.
“Look folks, a frame of a tulip in bloom,
the best I have captured with my Canon zoom!”
Eyes rest on a focus inches amiss;
Beautiful, marvellous! Get us more please!
“Wake up, President! I’m swimming in the Bay!
Guess what, I’m toasting a glass of Chardonnay.”
The ululations rend the vines of the Web
to have a thousand throbbing at her fate.
“O, my love like a burst of daffodils,
That was doomed to wither in the noon, alas!”
My eyes are creamy and senses awash,
Ears shudder at the thunder of applause.
“Gouge all men— they are ogling cleavage!”
Righteous thunder, murderous rage.
I scour my heart if I’m also a lecher:
The chalice of wine will earn me a stretcher!
The night was long but the morn was nigh,
I fell upon the land of words fifty five.
What drama, what shocks, what pathos abound!
Characters and plots may go to the hounds.
I strained the vision beyond the gables
to the milky way of seventeen syllables—
Wine was dancing
in the sails of my thoughts
moored in sand.
When ostriches ascend
higher than larks
I am a dodo.