Quell the thirst of a magenta sparrow.
Hawking back tomorrows sorrows.
Muddy puddle, wine glass lass.
Chugging back his lack of class.
Sipping deep the muddy bile, oily memories pacified.
Magnetic glass of darkest sheen.
Mirrors her magenta scene.
Awful taste that’s hard to swallow.
Not there today and gone tomorrow.
© G.P Williamson 2017