Mary is happy <br />she does not think <br />or dream <br />or wonders why the first <br />star at night tugs at her <br />heart as she downs her <br />first Tequila… <br /> <br />before a star can take hold <br />of her thoughts, <br />she downs another <br /> <br />Mary does not lie awake <br />in the arms of her lover… <br />She makes love and <br />falls asleep, unaware of the <br />sad moon’s vigil over <br />her figure which is hugged <br />by the constraints of her existence.. <br /> <br />She eats life <br />Life eats at her… <br />it takes its fill until <br />there is nothing left <br />to remember <br /> <br />Mary has no harvest of <br />sunflowers <br />no ship that comes in <br /> <br />Mary is happy<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eat-drink-and-be-mary/
