PBR

Silver vessel, mined from earth,
glisten, glint, gleam. The glow
of incandescent bulbs, their amber light,
will hurl your shadow far across
a table’s surface void.
And in your breast breathes
living water – water live
with frost and fire.

Or is it living after all,
when now the room spins
and my hands fall numb,
can all this glamour, shimmer, light be
nothing more than anesthetic of the senses?

And the Ribbon – what of the prestige?
“Only finest products produce prized flavors.”
Be decorated proudly, Original Blue Ribbon,
“America’s Best in 1893.”