Unseen Kingdoms 2

"Hey, you, yes you! Stranger! Gimme a ready, if you fancy!" :)

The mind longs for the certainty of words, 

yet my heart quite fancies an unsaid abstraction

Kind of covets, if you will, fanciful distraction

I take in cups of ambiguity, but please choose not

to pity me 

For in my drunken stupor, yes I slur, but

there's something more real, dormant here 

Something in the wavey whisp of dizzy beer's

most potent kiss 

The world gives way to soft duvets,

in which I journey most my days

by medium of dream

to the better place