Inveterate invertebrates
reverberate inebriatedly
in late hour-debate
the long lines of
their fork tines’
entwined designs
refined by
warm wet wine
and rippled lips
that sipping
grip
scrape and nip
at the wobbling drips
which slip and slop to drop
splashing gaily and
blossom staining
the plain of the
coarse cotton
tablecloth’s demesne
cae 2011
