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golden tequila hangovers

The following poem was originally written in 1994 when Tequila was my poison of choice. It was edited on August 3, 2022. I have been sober for twelve years this coming September 11.

Tequila
Image by Michal Jarmoluk from Pixabay
wake up/if you can

rolling over/from one dead
day/into the next

your mouth
a dirt filled trench/
shoveled with/bad vices

an empty fifth/evidence
the gold bottle cap/spilled
across the room/
the stained paper bag/
at the edge/of the bed

your aching body/aching
screaming/

STOP IT/YOU’RE KILLING 
ME/

tequila gold/
burning fire/
drunk maker/
liver sodomizer/

what a head/ache
you’ll wake up/

if you can. 

9/24/1994
Tequila
Image by Dayana Mor from Pixabay

drinking

Drinking
Image by Duc Quang Tran from Pixabay
it's always the same
stella with a cold glass
double patron silver  chilled really well  salted rim
at the same bars with
different people
and a lot of times
the same people
drinking
wishing they had a cigarette in
their fingers
or 
a woman or man on their arm
drunker then they are
they know they won't make the night
face up.
Drinking
Image by Jose Fernandez from Pixabay
jack daniels.  and eddie and mary and joey or pat or jose or eduardo or absolute and if it has alcohol
that's fine too.

this is not cheers
but everyone knows your name
but have no clue who you are.
Drinking
Image by Social Butterfly from Pixabay
we're not really here
we're somewhere off
on a beach resort with a
tall one and a pink umbrella
and a tropical evening breeze
drinking.

your brain is numb
to the hammering 
in your head
the screaming from the loudest
drunks in the room
pretending they’re not leaning over
just a little too much
or smashed down on the bar top
their face in their three dollar drinks
the plastic swizzle stick stuck up their nose

and they’re laughing 
their asses off

and no one even notices.
Drinking
Image by Angel Chavez from Pixabay
this is not cheers
but everyone knows your name
but have no clue who you are
and that's a good cold drink.


January 23, 2010

golden tequila hangovers

The following poem was originally written in 1994 when Tequila was my poison of choice. It was edited on August 3, 2022. I have been sober for eleven years this coming September 11.

Tequila
Image by Michal Jarmoluk from Pixabay
wake up/if you can

rolling over/from one dead
day/into the next

your mouth
a dirt filled trench/
shoveled with/bad vices

an empty fifth/evidence
the gold bottle cap/spilled
across the room/
the stained paper bag/
at the edge/of the bed

your aching body/aching
screaming/

STOP IT/YOU’RE KILLING 
ME/

tequila gold/
burning fire/
drunk maker/
liver sodomizer/

what a head/ache
you’ll wake up/

if you can. 

9/24/1994
Tequila
Image by Dayana Mor from Pixabay
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