I Love Wine!
Today, omg, I’m just so spaced out and splendid
as I walk this earth without death, without an apron,
without being a wife and so my queer heart transforms into the nostrils of a
workhorse whose exhalation breaks through the iced tulip sky.
Why does everyone want to torture me?
All people care about are calendars, clocks, wallets
to cut off and time the flesh; Well, I can’t take it!
So here ich bin, unbalanced and delirious, here je suis,
tapping into some long forgotten intelligence —
Oh Felix, let’s go to the Oregon coast
and relax inside the boxed wine paradise of our dreams.