After Poetry there should always come Beer

After poetry
there should always come beer.
Bitter hops match
the poet’s temperament,
slowly sipping dark beer
trying to quell darker thoughts.

Glasses are clunked down
contemplation commences.
Staring into froth,
wondering what will appear.

This poem is the spiritual successor to this little poem that at the time of writing I was unaware would grow into my first book of poetry.