Beer Poetry

there was a time when fish were plentiful

it exists today still, just for now

but i've been told, these fish,

they are about to go extinct

as a matter of fact

forever they tell me

again and again

I don't know how to feel

about the fish I eat today

when they say these things to me

about the fish I will catch tomorrow

I do not know how to feel about this

as I eat it right now

it tastes good to me

here

it looks good to them

there

how we love to fish

for each other

(what will I do without this?)

what will we do for the fish?

(do you see where this is going-ish)  ?

Author's Note

they are coming for us again

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

And then there is ‘bear pottery’ farming salmon adjacent to a bear sanctuary, while waiting for spawning season as the ice begins to melt, those that have unhibernated are whiling the time away at the potter’s wheel….

[Davidgeo]

Last week I mixed Johnnie Walker Blue with benzodiazipines. I figured because the whiskey was so costly that I would reign myself in before the premature blackout. But of course, I don't remember what happened. I just know that it wasn't good and I lost a lot of money and friends. Again.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh my…. D, what do with you! Good thing Poetry and the Muse are loyal! 🙏🏻🕊

[Davidgeo]

What? I thought everyone got zooted off fine whiskey and benzos....? wtf? My whole life has been a lie.