Best Bitters Poems

SPHINX STONE 

I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic 
not marble or granite 
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising 
sacred amber...

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3rd of November
Sleepy day
Ragweed and bitters
Time drips away
Spigot of rum
Rotten limes
In the sink
Missed you again
Newspaper flies
Obits and sports
Lay in the dirt
Dog barks next door
What the...

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Obsessed it seemed with a dream
A mind could slip and slither
Where passions rage and sin is 
played
Two liars settle their bitters
The church the jerk that...

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When you're hurt by someone you love and trust
                ...

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Peter Beechey capped the last bottle, of the latest Lager that he'd brewed.
He's changed his recipe this time, so the argument will be renewed.
He say’s...

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I love you better 
than Cookies and Cream,
my lifelong favorite

more than seas playing footsies
with shore clams
in cuddly tropical sands

The warmth of enticing Caribbean 
soothing waters
...

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Rising on this Monday morning
Making breakfast like Monday wife
Burning eggs in Owens Corning
Starting early my Monday strife

Mirror glance, I have Monday hair
Sunday wet-head is Monday...

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They talk behind you
They say bad things about one to his master 
They know the to and fro of ones life
They talk behind you just...

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absinthe…
not absent this proof
the ascend of spirits grande
fairies greene as flowers bland
pour from a bottle 
three in hand

“goddess of the hunt” 
a drink most beautiful

origins...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and...

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If desire crests from craven heart
On my duplicitous eyes won't chart
With clever guise will deliver Cupid's dart
From ducts, drain silt that lust does cart
Only sentient...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and...

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Sweet
Sweet talk
from sweet lips
taste like sweets
that bitters in time....

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Sharp pain from dark's letters
Cold days from bodies whether
Where silent haze will not show her
This face that covers
What tartar bitters?

With the knife of a blade
Strikes...

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life has it's ups and downs
it's highs and lows
with it comes a lot of crap
but what's most crappy?

Action speaks louder than words
now thats crap.
when you...

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