By Michael Dagen on June 2, 2024
like a fine bottle of champagne
shaken yet cork never shot through window pane
won’t some woman please pop me
not asking punch in the face
or sharing soda’s corrosive taste
don’t open then leave on counter
fizziness escapes bubbles never honored
shouldn’t waste by watering plant
worse fed to dogs’ drunken laps
I’m saying launch celebration joy
this fella carbonated full force
what does that even mean
expect love stuck on repeat
as if wild man lost at sea
swimming so long years turned lonely
dude with bone ready for moaning.
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