Wine Drunk

Drunk on grapes

Drunk on life

Dionysus attends his nightly routine.

Drunk on darkness

Drunk on clubs

The Sour Grape is where he wants to be.

A new vineyard bar

A lively young woman

Fertility entraps his mind.

The theater calls “Dionysus”

The world seems to hold him in grasp

Devoured by the woman of the night

He laid outside amongst the drunks

Unconscious.

Dionysus held his place, modern-day

Although to ruin his life washed away

Intoxication pleasures do fade.