The taste
of my cigar
and the whiskey in my
gullet can’t fill the pit inside
my chest
Sunday Evenings
Whiskey
dark chocolate,
smooth jazz, and some gritty
poetry are all that I need
tonight
Twilight Whiskey
The work
isn’t easy,
and doesn’t satisfy,
but the burn of twilight whisky
sure helps
Wear a Bathrobe
Wear a bathrobe when beating the keyboard, when borrowing words from your muse; Let the stale air in the dim room form as fragrant beads of sweat, thick with whiskey, on your brow Wonder if what you're writing is poetry or shit Proceed to not care and write, write, write baby because at the end of it all, when the words are used up and you've sobered up, someone will tell you it's shit and...
Chess with a Young Marine
at my age drinking whiskey with young Marines is a poor choice Decades of practice and years of experience keep me seemingly sober for longer - I beat my nephew at chess in five moves bragging about my skill and prowess but really, my nine shots to his three give me an unfair advantage; I’ve learned to handle my whiskey I mock these young soldiers for their lack of stamina, knowing all the while...