by Malcolm Lowry
Notions of freedom are tied up with drink.
Our ideal life contains a tavern
Where man may sit and talk or just think,
All without fear of the knighted wyvern;
Or yet another tavern where it appears
There are no No Trust signs no No Credit
And, apart from the unlimited beers,
We sit unshackled drunk and madto edit
Tracts of a really better land where man
May drink a finer, ah, ah undistilled wine
That subtly intoxicates withour pain,
Weaving the vision of the unassimilable inn
Where we may drink forever without owing
With the door open, and the wind blowing.
Last updated September 29, 2022