Poem 164: Forks of Ivy

it was our anniversary
at Sovereign Remedies

the beer called Ceremonial Funeral
or Funeral Ceremonial
was excellent

the menu was like a technical theory manual
the freaky little plates
were pleasing
brutal scintillating
but in general
emotionally stable

but then we tried
the Forks of Ivy

in touched us in the brains

what followed was nothing less
than a boozy bolero
of melancholia
pouring from the heights
of untapped headaches