Bottle-tops.

Smile, and pick a bottle from the pile. A view from above, you need a non-slip grip, don’t approach with a kid glove. Double-thigh hold the container like I told you, use your Mickey Rourke effort-face and steel your soul colder…

…you have to evict this fella that holds back the gold.

Give that cork some tough love.

Bottle-tops…

…once removed can replace your T’s with glottal stops. A few more of those, when popped, might produce some O’s, slip into the glass and view the world through it’s silky prism. Each bottle contains a truism. Search for the prose contained, adjust your vision, and as you reach for the rose that grows from that final drop … you’re comatose.

“Everybody should believe in something — I believe I’ll have another drink.” W.C. Fields

[fotos from my personal cellar]

~ by mantecanaut on April 2, 2008.