The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Turn Off Your Head Lights

That’s not the light you're seeking.
Words cannot live
with your brain all lit up like that.

Let those dark parts of your body,
those body-prayers mostly ignored,
gift to you a poem.

Most of your better images
are born in that low-grade radiance
of flesh and bone.

After the glow
you can fill in the gaps

but not too much
or you’ll cover up
what you should have revealed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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