I am drunk
on creative wine
aged years
in a secret bottle
in the cellar
of my soul
There’s a message
in the bottle
corked tight
When I discovered
what was inside
I didn’t savor the wine
I broke it open
drinking like
I’d been in the desert
Head swimming
my hands create
words and pictures
I’m never sober
always joyful
after finding the
the secret to my happiness
I must create
to truly live
to be intoxicated
to be free