I should resist
another glass of wine
cease and desist
though I feel so fine
One more glass
wouldn't be so terrible
this time would pass
and be more bearable
Why should I abstain
from this Chardonnay cocoon
wine entertains
even though it's only noon...
Lush Lust
the lust of this lush
unparalleled
that first drink rush
to be held
with a drinkers grip
inhibitions expelled
cocktails give no lip
puppy love, a crush
eternal courtship
my wants make me blush
many faceted
the lust of this lush
these moonbeams
make that vacant
swimming pool
look so inviting
my dress is so
e a s y
to take off and I am
so warm, really
a skinny little dip
would be so fat
and juicy
once in,
the water is my new dress
it fits so well
he swims toward me and
we giggle like
naughty
mischievous
children
my discarded
red dress
watches us rejected and
dry
A few days ago, my book club met to discuss Lush Life by Richard Price. I loved the book and we had a great discussion for about 20 minutes and then somehow we started drinking wine and, well, you know how those things go.
I demanded a retake, obviously. Doesn't Kevin know that I like to be front and center?
That's better, don't you think? Anyway, now for today's poem, "D:"
dissolved decorum
d e l i c i o u s
I daresay
a diminutive dab
will do you
dysfunction dwindles
with each drink
distress disappears
dull is dismissed
Darling, let's discover
this delightful
destination--
definite and distilled
after one too many
beefeater rocks
I can think only
of drunk skunks
on a Saturday night
while ordering Jack
with a beer back
I wonder how
a skunk
could be drunk
Right now, I'm
curious and I ask
myself if skunks
only drink
on the weekends
and what
exactly
does a skunk
drink on a
Saturday night?
these questions
melt into
nirvana
like ice
in my glass
bourbon undiluted
disorder recruited
gravity refuted
virtue polluted
tedium persecuted
ennui executed
necessity substituted
indulgence saluted
these times voluted
obligation muted
each drink computed
my essence diluted
*Darling Basilwire and Snz couldn't make it to my book event at The Book Cellar in Chicago, so they sent a bottle of Basil Hayden bourbon instead. Though I would have loved to have met them, the bourbon is almost too good to be true.
I've used sonic repetition in this poem. Sonic repetition is basically sounds repeated in a poem or another piece of writing. Many poets feel that sonic repetition is best left for performative poetry.
top shelf recall
mind opening
memories
a door left ajar
only to reveal
a collection
of curiosities
pouring
two fingers of
atonement
should be
as easy as
savoring the taste
of this brilliant whisky
After the shots, I wrote this poem:
Selfish
he offers
princess cut diamonds
with first class fixes
chinchilla guarantees
my weight in gold
protected in an offshore account
all for one real smile
and I still think
that he asks
too much
of me
through
the drinking glass
tuxedoed men
look like a line
of dominoes
waiting for a push
old ladies
with little girl voices
cookie cutter princesses
well preserved
dressed for battle
armed with artifice
unstable
this boozy, blurry realm
where little
white lies
seem to be
the new black
