April 3, 2008
Bild, 1959 by Franz Wright
Kudos to Stephen Schenkenberg who posted about this delightful ditty by Franz Wright:
Bild, 1959
the bourbon’s level
descended in the bottle
his voice would grow
lower and more
indistinct, like a candle flame
under a glass
Sunlight in the basement room
So he reads to me
disappearing
When he is gone
I go over
and secretly taste his drink
Mushroom cloud of sunset
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