Dream Poem 98: Disguised Wine A court of manners A 1700’s party All powder and crinoline. Underneath the guests all desire to be top dog They outdo each other With rare and expensive bottles of wine. I’m am in disguise and try and pull off the act that I belong. The wine is dusty And horridly dry but it is the oldest, most expensive and sought after. Later I am discovered And I tell everyone, blurt it out “Your wine is awful.”