Wine

I was in first place for my last rights.

A dead heat race to the end of this slip ‘n slide we call(ed) life.

One foot more and I’m on Charon’s Carnival Cruise,

The one that doesn’t come back?

I’ve got my ticket; I’ve got my boarding pass,

For the quick, it’s a lifelong goal,

To which we all progress,

They never expire, unlike me.

To what future wine-

Wait…, there’s wine? There’s a future?

Fuck this noise.

And don’t give me any of those, swish and spit, sample sips shit, either.

Our tickets are valid, with no departure date,

We all embark, some day.

But not today. For this day,

I will sip the wine.