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Magic Beer

by Artem Ocheret

In the gray and stormy hour
Of a day’s pathetic blight
When the warm and mellow sun rays 
All subside into the night 
I was sitting on a chair 
Reading punishment and crime
I was hanging by a hair 
As the night began to prime
There was something in the air 
Some electrostatic shock 
And the devil too was there
…

He said:

look, worm, quit your whining 
Don't you see - the weather's fine
We’ll have beer in the pines
For the way we'll grab some wine
And right now we'll have some vodka
Quickly, now! There is no time!

Vodka? Vot kak.

I replied.

What to do? There is no choice.
One and two and now we go
Clouds were gathering upon us
And the moon began to glow 

He said:

Look, I will be honest
Death and life like 
sun and moon:
One is visible, 
the other 
just reflects 
a shining fool

But that fool is
always there,
As he hides 
below our eyes

It may come as a surprise:

When you see 
that lively flare
All you see are shiny lies
That are deadlydly in disguise 


I sat down and started crying 
Rain poured from the sky
I was tired, I was dying
And I didn't want to die

He said:

Sometimes there's no lightning 
Before thunder rocks the sky
Sometimes days don't have a night 
Sometimes two wrongs make a right
And sometimes you take a piss
Sometimes right in the abyss
And I know it sound whack
The abyss pees sometimes back.


Rain blew sideways
I was sideways
And the bottle of red wine
Rolled and shattered in the gutter
In the grime and pus and slime

He said:

Listen, hear our voice
There's treble, there is bass 
And a thousand things between them
Locked up in this Alcatraz 

Words and meaning 
Thoughts adhering 
Listening is only hearing 
Hearing is when the divine
Shares courtroom with a crime


In a puddle of black water
Sat a black and feral dog
I stopped understanding meaning
I was dead and blissful rock

In the pines, in the pines
Wasn't rain wasn't wind
In the pines in the pines
Weren't hands and weren't feet
Skies were clear, Moon had hidden
Wrath and death were coldly written
In the sun's first morning's breath

From beneath
Engulfed in glory
Spitting furiously flame
Was ascending magic beer

I had risen from the clay
I was sitting in the pines
Crime and punishment I read
I was happy 
I was blissful
I still haven't seen the dread