Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

Plastic Vodka

Plastic Vodka



Cheap vodka from a plastic bottle
Burns my throat
Stops the pounding in my heart beat
Slack dream the heady wishings
Of a million burning kisses
Stammers on a single glass rim
Ah… why should we be apart

And the air just smells of tinder
In the smoke of you and me
You lit this kindle fire
That flames inside of me
And I sit here in the swimming
Of the things that should really be
Sleeping in the vodka
Staring at a blank and empty screen

This heady night won’t be over
Till I have drown inside your arms
This taste of you that lingers
Sweet drug upon my tongue
The slow breath which just hangs there
In a cigarettes spiral stair 
Slips your body and your beauty
Into the seconds of my blood

I go tumbling on an ice cube
To etch the drawing of your heat
I sit here in the daze of vodka
But I am kneeling at your feet
All the voices in a bar room
In stiletto heels you sit
And this overcome of passion
Has me lost inside of you

Why didn’t I count the consequence
Was I stupid to the loss
Perhaps the pass of fate perchance
Made me ignorant of the cost
Still I would sell my soul for a lie
If it gave me a clue to you

Cheap vodka from a plastic bottle
Burns my throat
Gives a voice to the silent burning
Stops the yearning in my heart
Emptied to the dregs
To stop another sleepless night
And I am succoured to the teat
Of another vodka night

Have I managed to water down
The flame inside of me
Disguised the white fire 
In this late nights drunken poetry
Or reached the bottom of the bottle
Where I drowned my misery

I can’t express how much I love you
Through my body and my limbs
I can’t touch you in the touch
Of intertwining skins
So I lay here in the fumbling stupor
Of the one last man left to drink
The bold and cheap replacement 
And plastic vodka of my drink

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Hyle Chu June 30, 2009 at 5:28 PM Sick title. Popov is my vote. Nothing nastier. Now you're talking my language. Great lines. Heartfelt in a drunken stupor.

Sue Mason May 2, 2009 at 10:04 AM WOW ... there are some classic lines in this piece ... love, "slack dream, the heady wishings" ... Vodka always made me deathly ill but gin and tonic kept me "drowning my misery" too ... smile ... great writing here, Colin !!

Christopher Higgins April 25, 2009 at 7:18 AM Amazing write again my friend.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen April 25, 2009 at 3:50 AM This poem is entrancing. Drowning in alcohol can kill dreams and reality. I attended AA meetings as a toddler. (not with my parents) And just after reading your poem, I remembered a glimpse of their caring and kindness. Lives became better, when not lost in the plastic bottle. Excuse me if I seem pundit. It is just my nature to care. Keep writing beautiful and meaningful poetry like this. Always, Dane

Nadia Shahwan April 24, 2009 at 7:02 PM Unique poem. Quitting vodka is a blessing if mentioned as one of your stanza verses building up esteem. All the best.

Carolyn Devonshire April 24, 2009 at 3:26 PM Captivating work, Colin. Love the way you express your longing while staring at the bottle of vodka. Liquor can certainly enhance the emotions, but your writing makes them rise to the surface of the "disguised white fire." Love, Carolyn