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Untitled 12/10/2019
I’ll be at this tavern for the next
few hours, chewing my whiskey
as the karaoke brigade
takes turns raping the microphone;
producing sounds that I can
only compare to a
humping dog
forcing its way into my ear canal -
but, I’m not ready to go home
just yet.
She’s there and she’s not happy,
but then, she never is.
Ah… There are several types of women
in this world, and I understand
none of them
so, instead,
I will tell you about bourbon.
Some batches are relentless in their
bitter bite and cloying foulness
that they must be masked
with juices and sickeningly sweet syrups -
but, even with all of the added fuss,
it’s essence will linger in your gut
for the night’s entirety.
Others are well balanced and
quite agreeable for parties and
home gatherings that demand
something universally palatable.
Then there are the few small batches
with arrogant bravado that tightens
your chest when you swallow;
hiding it’s flavors behind a veil of fire -
but an experienced whiskey aficionado
knows the effect of a single ice cube
- slowly dissipating -
encouraging the bourbon to bloom;
it’s complexities dancing delightfully
across your palate.
I’m not sure if there is a similar methodology
for navigating the world of women,
but if I ever find an ice cube
that can make my wife more palatable,
I’ll dedicate a sonnet to it’s memory.
few hours, chewing my whiskey
as the karaoke brigade
takes turns raping the microphone;
producing sounds that I can
only compare to a
humping dog
forcing its way into my ear canal -
but, I’m not ready to go home
just yet.
She’s there and she’s not happy,
but then, she never is.
Ah… There are several types of women
in this world, and I understand
none of them
so, instead,
I will tell you about bourbon.
Some batches are relentless in their
bitter bite and cloying foulness
that they must be masked
with juices and sickeningly sweet syrups -
but, even with all of the added fuss,
it’s essence will linger in your gut
for the night’s entirety.
Others are well balanced and
quite agreeable for parties and
home gatherings that demand
something universally palatable.
Then there are the few small batches
with arrogant bravado that tightens
your chest when you swallow;
hiding it’s flavors behind a veil of fire -
but an experienced whiskey aficionado
knows the effect of a single ice cube
- slowly dissipating -
encouraging the bourbon to bloom;
it’s complexities dancing delightfully
across your palate.
I’m not sure if there is a similar methodology
for navigating the world of women,
but if I ever find an ice cube
that can make my wife more palatable,
I’ll dedicate a sonnet to it’s memory.
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