At the German pub again.
My liter, my thoughts,
and emptiness that never ends.
Was that a reference to my glass?
You know, that large dimpled thing
that sometimes kicks my ass.
Ah, I'm moving on to another den
with my thoughts and burdens,
as litered rauchbiers kick in.
Will the meadery brighten my mood?
I guess anything is possible.
Their libations are exceptionally good.
But their mazers are just as wicked.
You know, those goblet looking things
to which I'm devoutly committed.
Yes, another way to fill the emptiness.
Honeyed ambrosia is surely just that!
I hope all the other voids are envious!
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Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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Haven't found Lush1, but little matter.
For me (wine now my tipple) it just depends on my mood at outset how it turns out.... although my oblivion days are over.
Neat write I enjoyed very much.
Had to look myself. It's at the bottom of pg. 5. I used to write critiques for a craft beer establishment which ultimately led to my forays on this website. Thanks for reading and cheers!
I stumbled upon this-the last stanza is especially charming! Artistic and scientific is this poem
Thank you. I'll have to visit the pub again!
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