he is inside that glass
it froths and looks like it might just
spill over
not much just a small drool down the glass
but he is in there banging at the glass
holding his breath in the black stuff
put your ear to it you can hear his heart
beating ever faster
it becomes insistent
he wants to breathe
he wants to break the glass
he has a little hammer like Houdini
but who would want to waste
a whole Guinness...
his lungs demand it
his heart requires it
he opens up and starts to suck
it in that black filth
ooooooohhhhh it enters him
it takes half a minute
then he climbs out that little leprechaun
red-faced gasping sprite revived
little fingers clutching the rim
grinning and spluttering
then the glassman comes round
snatches it up
dunks it/him upside down in the glasswasher
he swirls away
last we see is his face his hands whirling down
who knows where he is now?
I like to think he's down there somewhere
befriending subterranean creatures
reciting with grins and gestures the story of his descent
one of these days he'll make it back
I for one will buy him
a barrel of Guinness
and a new little hammer
.
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