Fruit Of The Vine

I’m not old.
I’m fermented.
I’m human liquor.

I’m the human fruity
When it’s been sitting around for a long time
Decomposing
Molecules changing structure
Fine spirit
Body and taste
Of the upmost quality
A premium blend
Well aged
My advice—don’t trust anyone under 60

At 60
We can twist the screw
And pull the cork
We can pull the cork
And for the first time
Breathe

We are no longer life bottled up
We can be poured into a tilted glass
Splashed around and tasted

‘Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
Ere I forget all the joy that is mine today’. (‘Today’ Randy Sparks)
Live in the moment
Yesterday we weathered the years
Of our discontent
Tears and anger spent
Questions rattle in our heads
Where all the day to days went?
Cashed in
The wasted follies of pretend
Live begins at 60
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A beat poet/playwright. I have had 12 plays produced and 2 collections of spoken word released. I am presently preparing a one man show of beat verse that I hope to tour.
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