today was a good day for poetry
i sure hope it had nothing to do
with the sixty dollar bottle
of vintage red wine
that i consumed
by myself tonight
that could set a costly precident
don't get any ideas
book sales aren't through the roof
it was a birthday present
of grapes stomped in a far off place
montalacino, italy to be precise
back in two-thousand and six
only i would drink it
with less than two dollars
in my pocket
shy of a special occasion
how's that for for poetic?
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