Ode to Absinth

  • by Mark Napier

    wormwood laced water calls the shots
    sugar burns to consume sanity and more
    drifting from my spoon.

    green fae is about and shouts for joy
    at my befuddled state of mind
    captured for once and enslaved by time

    comtemplation of the old and unknown
    drooling the answer for the problem
    a simple urge tainted with the laudlum

    walk my path ripped by way
    of this absinth covered silent
    green fae

    © 2002 Mark A. Napier

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