Boring Little Creatures

I would rather see the hand clasp a bottle than

a weapon, though sometimes a bottle has been

known to make a weapon.  I am too young for

peace, and this I know is a fault.  But it won’t be,

I think.  Only, I mean, don’t think of me as those

banners.  Ads and tools of information.  Weapons,

damn it, they hardly kill but say, there is nothing

left to say.  A bottle, though, as you drink, catches

spitty lips in level action.  To put it down is to pull,

ever slightly, a small vacuum for the mouth, all

the while you may have some things to say.