80-Proof

From the way the bubbles fill the glass
and foam plays around the rim
The heady fumes that chase through dark passages
Where white rabbits and ponies ran wild before
Swirls of whiskey in a kaleidoscope mind
Abstract prints animated by memories of Alice
Maidens in slips cantering through fields
A wish on the wind, hold me on the moon
A freedom that tastes 80-proof strong
A fresh mañana to start again
A jigsaw puzzle of every high
Fits so nicely with the comedowns sanded off
of all those yesterdays.