Furtive glances out the window,
Blood red devilment
Warms my throat,
To the belly,
While afternoon sunshine
cascades through the curtains.
I’ll surely go to hell for this,
But its an opportunity
Not to be missed.
Just a sip
Turns into dizzy
Just the red…
I should be busy
Doing something less like me.
Doing something we would approve…
Not drinking in the afternoon.
Alc Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drinking-in-the-afternoon/
