High detail to define such a sobriquet
as to feast under sun at noon.
A meal it is,
company late -
bread to break.
Simplicity is key, much like writing,
words escape the pleasure of plenty.
Enough to sustain an absence,
absent of essence.
Transcendent mixes and melts,
stout, lager and ale all lined up.
Blur time to be less distinct,
metaphorical ideas and distant meanings
mean nothing to the hungry.
Happiness requires work,
sometimes I give up, but -
I'll be drunk at lunch at least.