Ninkasi and Enki know nothing of the joys I’ve imbibed
Through their cure of the father’s wounds.
That warm glow,
Unmistaken in a crowd of public tavern-ry
Or in my living room with basketball on
Or off the nightstand fresh after raucous sex
Or on a balcony on this decadent ship,
Sustains the steady flow.
And it’s not just of the body, that it warms the blood,
But the thought’s constant looping
Is straightened out somewhat
That to see the world is to bask and sing praises,
And the wind and stark colors of backdrops and
Foregrounds are chanting at you.
