three thoughts about what to drink:
festive red wine night
I deserve the very best
and so shall it be
Coffee tea or be
a new liquid still unknown
to those who imbibe
ten empty beer cans
now adorning the gutter
weekend has begun
Getting My Act Together
Aha! it did come to pass that the one last chalice
of wine made redder with my very own blood
should be shattered by a straying bullet shot
from a hard-bottomed glass pilfered in turn
at a local bar and grill without legal license
nor any certain geographical orientation
as line by line all the contents dispersed
while patrons went to exchange names
with diminishing returns and dreams
of future investment dancing with
the remaining customers whose
notions of reduction rode the
waves of praise and doubt
full of foam and groans
caused by subtraction
or by simply looking
at the edge of cliffs
over which some
might fall soon
or some later
rather than
at the end
of a fray
left to
drink
ante
and
an
A
Tonight I reject fright and might even have a drink
on account of our discoveries of treasure troves of
sound archives related to youthful adventures over
at the dreamy inns downtown destined to defer to
the deleterious designs of all profit-driven projects
propelling development and expansion at all costs
with no regard for the soul-saving noise needed to
make way for people-oriented spaces and decisions
about the dominions and realms and headquarters
of totally new corporations sans old-school values...
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