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Cleaner Than Whiskey Showers
Still dry, though cool sweet water
drenches wetter than any vodka night,
cleaner than whiskey showers,
more focused than a Hunt Master/'/s boast-
his spilled dreamy conquests in slurps through burps
of Meistered truth in sloppy grins of fetid Jaeger breath.
In sooth, twas near-death misery via boozy proof I learned;
took decade/'/s turns of doorknobs to dankness to just one more shot- “I/'/m Coming!”.
Then another amber conscript rises on the bar and dies, down my throat- out of sight!
(gifted from this new brother- bottle buddies for life tonight);
no mourning names- the sun burned away his blurry face from that unremembered place-
Indeed, in sooth, the price tag paid for truth
has scooped away what should have been another me this day-
rootless, me; life him her here there when what how it pooped the lie I drank, and how!
(Yes, yes, better now, of course….of course. I smile, yes? You see it, yes?),
but sweet God, the price I paid to gutter-drip my soul to learn the real deal;
my life/'/s single row; hoed, alone, and hard- no plow no horse- I spurned;
my drunken row of rocks and weeds- thirty-five years long,
fertilized (I realize) with hearts broken under plow- love given I didn/'/t earn.
But a straight row now! Yes, Siree! arrow-like like all the rest- unremarkable, fertile, straight and true,
(but HOW, without duress?), time aplenty now to chew on this purloined order.
SO..now I/'/ve joined, (Watch!) I chuckle at the correct moment, I step, ford, wade these even rows,
glass shards no worry to my toes, feet plopped carefree; here, no errant rock would dare pierce-
My, my, (though I comply!) ,this (forever?) torpid life is feathery fine but fierce.
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