Whiskey River

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?

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