18 Whiskeys
18 Whiskeys
Tribute to Dylan Thomas
I raged at 11th and Hudson Streets
Conjuring a White Horse resurrection
Mirage hunter especially in the October Winds
Listening for the raven's cough.
Is the light breaking where no sun shines
Or is the dying light swallowed by darkness.
The prisoner of happiness knowing love's first fever
Craving women with lips like Morphine
Drinking death under the table.
Last bastion of life's fragile gift
So here I toast my tribute of proof
Quite early this Winter Morning
To the rough and tumble poet from Wales
Now in Country Sleep.
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