Bourbon

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Drowned in Bourbon,

bubbles form up the bottle.

Brown soup drizzles into my eye sockets

and forms a cataract.

Layers of hidden worlds are created,

secrete from my pores.

Denial of the drink

is denial of my lifestyle.

Break me off and dunk me…

I go well with the poisoned coffee.

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2 thoughts on “Bourbon

  1. This is really brilliant! Really good to see someone else using the common, spoken language in poetry – its more effective I reckon!

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