A Dialectic of Wine, Absent Women & Song:
Synaesthetic Notes on the Political Economy of Wine & Food
All Tomorrow's Parties...
(--are beyond reach, thrill & pleasure mirage on the receding horizon of intractably linear, sequential timestreams, delusion skin-deep as yours...)
But yesterday's white wines, fresh or stale trip on the tongue-- mingle & blend & play, plash & pleach on the palate-- gurgle down my gullet, waft in repand afterglow, retracing reflux horrors grown quaint & mild--
softer 'round the spicy repast, rendering the burning stew dilute with swallowed summer swelter but crisp again, if drowse in each renewal's sip a-washes empty mouthfuls...