red wine gives me a headache

by Fred Aiken

sipping on red wine
while waiting for a red moon
to light up a sapphire night
blinking in, breathing out,
with a drunken breath that regales
the choices found while walking
down some made-up boulevard,
crossdressing and selling cookies
made of lead,
though not for any nefarious purpose,
but rather to keep the stomach fuller for longer