merlot tantalizing 75centilitre
bottle of wine she gave
me on my birthday

tilted diagonally behind the
living room door; good
enough for them &

around this house carried
allowed upwards aroused
& fortune

cannot take this loving
feed away from the
nightly breeze—

Now the bottle all gone: thick
heavy green grazes on young
knees( what’ll

take me further, if I lay 28th down
going on & on going tired
burning burned out

but gay )Spitting my phlegm down into
the toilet, tiny swimming pink
jellyfish drift.