Science And Wine.


Here they are the bloody tribe, milling
about wanting to rescue me, but from what?
They want me to be like them, God forbid…
they don’t like the friends I keep, the drinking
of wine and what neighbours might think…
respectability is all important. Tell me I can
drink wine in the basement away from folk,
robbing me of the pleasure of intoxication
lifting my glass drinking with many friends.
The righteous people wins, they always do,
I sit in the backyard, there is an anger arising…
Samson. I could sing, not about women, but
to create my own truth, and sing with Edison,
the inventor of the wind up gramophone.