Whiskey Lips So Sublime

Whiskey Lips So Sublime Whiskey Lips step now over the line of true fire-water, As a warm-burning brings forward one glowing sign. The golden mead of sweet mountain dew appears now, As each golden drop sighs it moment of escape and as The alcohol signals and sparks the wildest of spirits in One’s own true self! This moment of sublime ecstasy excites and sparks your Deepest inner-spirit and you begin to slur and sing loudly, As your mind begins to reel from the drunken delight of Your very own intoxicating breaths—noble, yet stupid, As you become drunken forever under each psychic sip You taketh from the deepest pool in the very depths of Your eternal soul! Your very eyes now glaze over a breathless message You have found in the cheapest of whiskey bottles. Saying a divine prayer to Almighty God Himself, You open the bottle cork now and take notice that a Little genie pops out of nowhere and begins to take all Three of your mythic wishes granted together into one! With that, this little genie shall begin dancing and singing An ancient Irish whiskey song in your presence into the Wee hours of the morning until you both pass out and fall Into a drunken stupor with your whiskey lips so sublime! Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 23, 2018 (Free Verse)