Inebriation

Nostrils smell the air Acrid, salty, ammoniac, thin A world resides in odour Like fumes of camphor A sunset in wet hour Inebriation they call it Coming from the realm of spirits Tipsy speech and gait Courage volatile Blurred image Like a receding mirage So be it, I don’t care As long as I walk This labyrinthine life Watching the fun Laughing out aloud Singing my hymns And smelling all along The tree, the dog, the alley cat Murky carpet wet Incense before my Gods As the clouds pour Over the peaks Torn asunder By bolt and thunder Oh, life is a beautiful petal Tossed by eternal winds On an unending plain We take it transitory - An everlasting pleasure Where bodies fall And then new ones are found Providential replacements In a drunkard’s endless dream.