3/16/88
Ode to a Bottle
The vast and empty bottle has filled me with its wisdom.
So deeply has it moved me, I seek no further counsel.
Forgotten thoughts once evasive, strike back now with much abrasive.
Tis little wonder I am full as I stare at my expounding tutor.
As the morning dawn creeps in, I will weep anew.
Left with only fragments of my delusions to pursue.
M