ouzo in my head
my protégé the ham and flavored butter
warden is looking at me again
dry gin, she is explaining why I
deserve a coup de grace
oh man, just shut up and drink
won't you get down town?
yelling in the retro phone box and
served pernod by maître d'
metropolitan is a wasp's nest
which I prefer to the masturbating desolate tract
Irish whiskey in the canal
municipality of nightmares
of vinegary smelling barbed wire
a camel outside the hotel room
4 comments:
I prefer the wasp nest too, though I'm not much of a drinker. This nicely captures a swimming mind.
Crisp and powerful this. Great to spit out loud if you know what I mean. You can almost feel the saliva spraying.
Very comical images, PO. I imagine this poem being read by a person with a dead pan face and a monotonous voice.
This is so sharp, PO.
"vinegary smelling barbed wire"
I can taste that smell on my tongue.
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