Buckfast

Breaking hours,
light flickering 
between gray torrents, 
restrained luminosity. 
(otherwise too glorious)

Oh but your shine 
when I see, dazzling 
of it’s own volition, 
your introspection 
so damn zen. 
(no axe to grind)

It seems as if 
you’re waiting with such 
pretty nonchalance, 
you couldn’t care 
less if I notice.
(quintessential bliss)

Like last week 
‘cross an aisle 
on clocky orange, 
I pretended 
not to notice you, 
took your picture.
(due to vibrancy)

And last night
at the bus stop,
and again at the new 
restaurant, a man
held you tightly 
while he grinned. 
(the one in Southside)

F**** !
I don’t wanna like you 
but I kinda like you. 
Accepting providence 
of what comes easy- you! 
With your tales 
of life’s shake downs 
and full-throttle bends, 
oh emerald bottle 
(of Buckfast) you win!

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