Alcohol

Alcohol

I think you're drunk

And it's fitting

Stuffing voids like pies with it's filling

A better way to avoid awkwardness, tensions, intense moments, or sittings

I love it; you're open and giddy

No longer anxious or timid; 

Just silly, silky and bendy

This evenings really been something else

Sum of some things, bumpy, when the Caddy's hydroplaning

Ties, Vans, Beanies, blouses all relating

Choose your potent poison potions, buttery melt

Completely spaced as Orion's Belt

Tomato and vodka elixirs

Bloody Mary; made many-a-margarita mixer

Serving these serpents Agave, pineapple, and Malibu dinners

Shaken or stirred; 

Salt, cubes of a winter, 

Brace for the stampede. 

The herd, it's only the beginning

Singani, Soju, Whisky, Rum, and Remy

I'm here to manage spirits and fun, business is good and there's plenty

Funneling barrels and dozens of kegs of loneliness, 

All better than drinking alone

Beer, Gin, Wine, Cider is fine

Uber feeling like a Sunday drive

Shot of Whisky? 

Last call, it's almost that time.

Reviews

[Nariko]

I personally don't like drink alcohol but I like the way you described it in this poem. And how people are like when they are drunk

[solitare]

I love the flow and rhythm of this poem. It's sassy, it's upbeat, but it's also full of deeper thought. Overall enjoyed this thoughtful, all-fits, all-filling imagery and prose.

[Ty]

For some reason didn't see this. Really appreciate the review. A sliver of society in a nutshell.