Absorbing the color of the night,
Light is passing through crystal and sight,
Bouncing back yellow; too bright,
Gasping air and holding it tight,Absinthe on the table,
Sweet liquid wants to crawl,
Shaky lips, heart unstable,
Broken glass making tour,Adjacent to it is carafe,
Liquified molecules it carry,
Framed svelte body,
Standing like a pretty lady,Fixed eyes; thirsty gullet,
Sitting, enjoying solitary,
Recurring joy is fading,
Returned memory; beatingHolding rigid bottle,
Shaking hands want to rattle,
Wants to capture scene, wants to steal,
Calling alcohol, making deal
Vincent Van Gogh's Still Life with Absinthe