Liquid Sunshine

On the last drop he always whined
though the urn was ever imbibed,
through the gory days and the comic nights

The Liquid flowed and overwhelmed
the contents of an in-content inveterate swine,
with profanity and love alike

Each devour meant more than he fathomed
assimilating the colour as part of his soul,
and play did he with the opulence of the malt

He ritually elated with the hang
hallucinating through the initial bedlam,
condescending in the surreal delight

He looked across through the glass
preoccupied with the Sunshine in the dark,
the dew drops embellishing in the lark

The golden liquid now felt like paradise
on a burning throat and an undiscerning eye,
a serene heart and an unobtrusive mind

He is now in a tranquil state
riding the rivers and flying the gates,
to languid away the abysmal fate.