Occasional Toast

to absinthe friends!      she toasts; perhaps toasted
and slurring, but we who know her know she means
exactly that as well as the more common
to absent friends.          perhaps it’s new years eve,
but it could be any given night of the year.
rockin midnight down at yella’s is always
invitation to something never before
seen, though it’s seen every saturday night
in every barroom in every town in all the
world   —   well, at least every one worth tossing
dollars for drinks in.          live entertainment
ain’t always paid, neither does it need instruments.
here’s to all our absinthe friends, remembered
as well as those lost in the fugue of a midnight.

David M Pitchford
4 Dec 2012


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