The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

bottom grapes and curdled milk in my stomach

object
be silent
not signed about
take the present
it a meaningful moment
at that cornered life
you scram
behind the bent
stand she and he hide
out 
for once and for naught
a single ounce
you got left to sell
comin in a center
miss perfect
deflecting death
shirt coats end polish
pranks and bank shot calling
from my starched abandon
lifetimes no skranton
big world owners and rulers
standard operator error
get blues when?
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Junaid Avatar
March 13, 2025 at 12:01 PM
I love the title of this poem, as well as the depth of its meaning. Indeed, one could wait a lifetime for people harming others walking free to get their earned karma. But one thing I have learned is that it's inevitable one way or another. Great word combos with nuanced phrasing that really stood out to me, and touched me within. You are very talented, my friend. Best wishes, Hiba :)
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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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