~inhaling Ice Cube Charms~
I want to drink that last shot of whiskey and smoke that last cigarette ..
.. before the barman calls out time
and ashtrays are snuggled in warm embrace
within wet dreams,
flushing away debris.
Listening to the night
where hedgerow mikes suffer
ejaculations of a karaoke star,
expunging fuelled retorts,
while his fashion accessory
glitters in the last busses stare;
but that is later.
Now lips slip round rims
of warm wet circles,
melting ice cube charms
into liquid mixers;
an embrace of slurred remembrance,
and as the shadowed spirals
meander ever closer to heaven,
where pseudo suns pulsate,
birthing light,
the last dram strokes
my throat in passing
and the haze seems a little clearer,
for tomorrow is déjà-vu.
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2009
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