Alcohaul

Airy lies in bubble suits

Stole my source from me.

The glass, the wine, it’s almost time

To dip in the alcohaul sea.

I grab my gear and step in line

To see what I can see.

The cork, the years, those angry tears

Bob bottled in the alcohaul sea.

No buoy floats, no lifeguard swims

As I reach out to her.

She looks away and still today

Floats rocked by the alcohaul bomb.