Don’t Drink It.
Don’t careen on the path
Towards toxic affection
Where affliction
Rolls as waves in a river
Where the natural stream
Is where the heart’s thrum flows
Where the idleness of touch
Bows to blushed strokes
Where the amber hue
Is a glint upon ripples
Where the channel’s tides
Drag to remembrance
Don’t Drink It Again.
The tires tread
Over the asphalt lane
El Margarita road
The damn that broke
Bolstered by tongue
To flavor the devotion
Where the taste of musk
Conceals ethanol’s stench
So long an existence
To entrust such hours
To that which never valued
The exquisiteness of wine
Mountains of emerald green
Turned to ale with lightened wheat
Where rising night gave way to pulse
Felt down the rim with pouted mouths
Where Summer faded
Like diminishing dusk
To a shining glass
Left void of drink
Don’t Drink For Feeling Alone.
Distilled grain rollicking forth
To a point plagued not by emotion’s whim
Defy such fancy that feeling begs
To be consumed like lavish liquor
Parched is the straight
Where amber liquid flowed
Where drought damaged soil
Until it rained somewhere else
But that obsession
Of spirits calming spirits
Can only travel far
When ears won’t hear of lessons past learned
Can’t be clean
With imprudent wants
So take the whiskey
And take it neat
Drink Up.
Quench the thirst of dire organs
Scorched by chill of emptiness
Envelop in that squandered liking
And take the shot with eyes half-closed
That sweet amber of barley blaze
Charred white oak no more encased
Down the passage of dried terrain
Ablaze once more infernal haze
Once never touched a bottle
Where the river collects its drink
Once clasped to flesh like a shining glass
And that was all it took
The pungent odor
The empty clinks
The liquid gone
The knowing of it all
Its flow will never cease
Its toxic affection can drown the soul
Before drying drought’s affliction rises
And spirit is damned by spirit
That Drink From Whiskey River
Doesn’t It Burn?
Sunset Dahlia 