Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Pub Pretending (moment of freedom)

I'm sitting in my kitchen
pretending it’s a pub

With canned Guinness
popped and poured
into each pint glass

With music playing
louder than normal
(for the kitchen)

All while the girls
have gone swimming
(for an hour or two)

Briefly leaving a window open
leaving my will free to wander
free to find its own direction


Marvin the Martian said...

My moments of freedom are on the pistol range, with the tang of gunpowder in my nostrils.

Extra Gravy said...

I like that imagery, and the contrast.