Alcohol Poisoning

Filling up another bare glass of brown liquor,
Mr.Daniel's and I had a few words worth exchanging.
Caressing my face it burned to inhale him.
Tickling my lips I watched my fingertips catch fire,
Or so they felt.
He told me how beautiful I was
And spoke of things like 'hurt' and 'bitterness'.
For a man that stayed locked in a bottle only ounces tall
he knew a thing or two about heartache.
I quit filling my glass when there was nothing left of him.
We won't be meeting again.
Not for a while at least.
I didn't like the secrets he took,
The memories he unlocked.
And mainly,
What he had to say about you.

Author's Note

Mr.Daniels is Jack Daniels.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is a workshop on personification.
The story is very personal and that makes
it very powerful because of the way you
grounded the character and made them
relate to us all in one way or another.

Sometimes Mr. Daniels convinces people that
they are 8 ft tall and can lift buses.lol. Im glad
that didnt happen here.

[Diomaz]

Wow, that's really meaningfull.

I can relate quite allot O_O;;

Your work is really interesting, keep it up! ;D

[Marie Harrison]

Ah...a very clever poem you fashioned for us. Brilliant!

[Adam :P]

good poem. the thruth! guys can be so ruthless.
not me though im nice.
over all good poem

[Ed Hart]

well, as least if wasn't 'bottoms up'...as for the gentleman jack, we went out of an evening...your poem is 'knowing'

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the psychology of the bottle~ I swear you are so good at subtle inside vivid cinematic quality~ I thought it was a flesh and blood individual until I got to your author's note~ now it turns ever more poignant through the personal roads of self reflection through the bottom of a bottle~

[PissedPoet]

Yep, I've had my moments with Mr. Daniels, Mr. Beam, and Mr. Myers all. I had to finally break off my relationship with all of them in order to regain my sanity. When you have a "friend" that lies to you or tries to kill you, it's time to let go and move on.