Hair on the neck
Hair on the cheek
It muffles the noise
when I speak
And the vision
is not quite right
as spirits help one
through the night
Whiskey in the mines
without any gold
Bourbon for the stories
I never told
Scotch for soothing
throats and fears
Vodka cleans those
blood stained gears
Rum is the wine
of the salty seas
where the wind and the waves
will now drink me
(November 1st, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
