Man of Substance
Joan Miro, La Botella de Vino
Fundació Joan Miró, Centre d'Estudis d'Art Contemporani, 1929
I say I only sip
To tell the truth
I tend to gulp
My addiction is stable - or so I pretend.
Under its sway, I might misstep
overstating words of passion
I might even proclaim everlasting love to you
knowing that my arithmetic is faulty
I might seek to have you surround me in the everyday of life
whilst fearing I cannot travel this way again
I might just resign myself to fate
whatever it calls forth
Or I could surrender myself to substance
the midwife of an early demise
providing solace in solitude
however fleetingly.
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