*
Friday
night’s gig soured his taste
for
apple juices and filled his
glass
with cold Carlsberg.
The
twenty-fourth glass crowned him
king
of all kubulors.
**
The
beat drops again and he
stands
to dance.
Three
steps forward and five
steps
backwards; Isn’t alcohol
a
veteran dance tutor?
He
leads the way and off
they
go. Pryzm must have more kubulors!
***
Zakk’s
gait is the evidence of drunken
eyes.
But who calls the kubulor king drunk?
Isn’t
that apocalyptic madness?
In
the Kubuloric law of governance
and
code of conduct; section one
sub-section
c: drunkenness is clarity.
©
Echezonachukwu Nduka 2014
Image source: (Beer Toast; www.thrillist.com)
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