Furtive glances out the window, <br />Blood red devilment <br />Warms my throat, <br />To the belly, <br />While afternoon sunshine <br />cascades through the curtains. <br />I’ll surely go to hell for this, <br />But its an opportunity <br />Not to be missed. <br />Just a sip <br />Turns into dizzy <br />Just the red… <br />I should be busy <br />Doing something less like me. <br />Doing something we would approve… <br />Not drinking in the afternoon.<br /><br />Alc Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drinking-in-the-afternoon/
