Fountain : Liquor Bottle Shrines

FOUNTAIN : LIQUOR BOTTLE SHRINES... Intoxicated and driven, Staggering to a higher purpose where they buy their souls Meeting with their Maker as they peak and overflow Seeing all these empty faces file in and out in dance to the tune No need to protect the treasure if it stifles their zenith In and out of bodies they seem to leave No flow from the fountain from which they drink Stagnant, waiting to satisfy their insatiable thirst With unimaginable haste gulping from the core as if a first encounter with an oasis Dripping down the contours of the mouth from the aggression ‘Drop off the gratitude before leaving the shrine’ The unholy water whispers after it quenches Dressed in robes of fine cotton another traveler enters With such poise and dominance that leaves the ground shaken Unwrapping the cloth from the perfect curves Ready to take a sip and maybe indulge Let loose and even contain some in the silver chalice Slowly ...steady does it Starting off with a lick then a slurp out of impulse As if tasting the finest wine making sure not to miss a drop For the water it is a forever ago once forgotten The delicacy Hand upon lips to wipe away the resistant drops The evidence of true of the luxury that should have never been The water forgets Until he leaves a fine too hefty even for indulgence Eyes blood shot and teary from the wind With the force of a hurricane marching towards emancipation There is a need to irrigate the death Ripples can be seen in the water while the typhoon swallows It is an impact so strong that everything else is rendered inert There is a spilling and maybe even a leaking A time out should be called for the forces that are to repair It is not a damage alien Maybe add some yeast and watch it ferment Sprinkle perfume and delude the nostrils of the parched A measure necessary for the uplifting of all spirits Nickels and dimes left in the fountain as the swagger out with satisfaction Maybe tomorrow will be a good day to experience the bliss Yet again and then maybe again and again An ephemeral source that should be exploited Expiration is imminent and thirst is persistent Until they stumble upon another gift of the rain They will drink Till drink is no more...