Life is Beer

Booze Tales

A beer at noon. That’s how life should be. I’m not interested in the happy hour. Too many hours leading to it go wasted without a drink, just to save a buck or two.


Sips of Coffee, Sometimes Tea: taste of cloves


Note: Going through old boxes, one finds a red, faded notebook, Sips of Coffee, Sometimes Tea, a collection of poems written at Spiderhouse in Austin.

taste of cloves

greetings Sampoerna, 1913
kiss my lips with your flavor
don’t hesitate, be blunt in action

–need me as i need you

introduce the eastern spice
the dark, aromatic creature
feasting with joy
savor my tongue
become me, grow in me