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Monday, April 5, 2010


An odd poem for me... but I had a great time writing it. It's being "unveiled" today.

Can Anyone Hold Their Liquor?

Mixed our intellectualism with our booze
Our words steeped in vodka rocks.
Try to reach our hearts at twilight
Take us on flights of fancy
Test those egos, push that libido
Keep us safe from splendid stupor.
Be the obstacle to our own futility.

Left to our own devices,
Fell prey to the pull,
Indeed the magical song
Of the demon, our demon, our personal crutch
Submerging all of us in drowning.
As the poet once said
“….the colour of rain-water -- but is as hot
Inside the ribs as a burning firebrand”
Burn it did
And quite slowly.

~quidrock 2008


Kelly said...

This poem says a lot! (I really like it)

Wondering what prompted it??

Pam said...

Nice! Very nice! And vivid and weighty! Love it!

quid said...

I wish I remember what prompted it. It's been kicking around my poetry rag tag barrel for a couple of years. It goes way way back to a time in my life (before kids) when I'd have to say I turned my back on a fairly sizeable "cocktail" habit.

It was staring up at me, so I finished it recently. :)

Marion said...

This is just fabulous, Quid. I always enjoy your poems so much. Thank you for sharing them. You're in my thoughts and prayers, my friend. Love & Blessings!

Valerie said...

I just wanted to say I really like this one. It describes very well some reasons why some people drink.