My Conversation With Four RosesA Poem by redzone….went down smoothlyMy Conversation With Four Roses
It was a Four Roses, with Black and Tan chaser kind of night. The whiskey tasted like lips searching for a kiss, the beer went down smoothly, like a warm embrace. After the third shot, words, long held inside, flowed on the page as my pen began to speak in a foreign tongue. “Yo soy muy loco en la cabeza.”
But I knew this already since the shadows in my room often spoke to me, told me weird stories, and invited me into their dark spaces. They promised me my words would always flow, be smooth like whiskey drawn straight from the barrel. They promised my heart would roam the stars, feel love, the way Keats wrote Brawne’s name in the sky.
I toasted the shadows with another shot of Four Roses, ate their sweet aroma, spread their petals across my heart, and drank the final beer, I realized I really am, “loco en la cabeza”, cause I walked right into that darkness, embracing its oblivion with the last shot of Four Roses, holding the blue rose high.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 3/2019
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