Eugene S.

A Liter and Promises of Broken Thoughts

An Oktoberfest in September
A harvest in certain season
To comprehend the reason
For our monthly possibilities

May Märzen be the month
That may yet set a standard
That up till now, unanswered
Will fill with devotees

For amber is the color
That fills the longing void
An individual not devoid
Of un-sobering proclivities