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
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
