Beer: man's only relief

This poem is known as a "synchronocity", it was created by Debra Gundy. A pint's a pound the world around. If only I could catch my breath, my breath. The synchronous measure of feet, thy metric current rises quick - slip stream. It carries me to the rugged shores of Italy, the chalky coastline. Nel bar io bevitore A pint's a pound the world around: a secret. O inebriation poisons me! A pint is like a drop of wine. The world is on my shoulders, in my head. The drowning waves are coursing in - nothing. * * * * * * * In morning nigh, my paina sigh; the fallow teeth come out of the ocean. Take it easy, little child of mine. Look into the afterlife, drink up.