Short Corked Poems
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I drink
way too much wine
today
I woke up
with,
a cork - in my mouth
I pulled it out
smelt
the end
too young
corked it again
Form:
i'm a belly
barrel full
of wine
but i've
been laying
down
all this
time so
don't
drink
from
me
as
i do
you
even though
i'm well aged
now vintage
i
have
soured
Form:
double midterm
a sinner complex
you hear train whistles
say to yourself
he’s nervous
cat corked up
in my window
a caboose in my house
boose if you need it
double voyage duplex
many moons ago bad luck
whole bunch of holloween years
to boot
A long reach of in-coming tide
laid it gently at my bare feet -
a green, corked wine bottle.
I could see a note within it still,
curious, I took it home.
That evening,
by the light of a desk lamp
I opened it,
revealing a handwritten message,
It simply read:
"Too Late."
In this empty heart,
There's a glass flask
With magic, corked up,
In the corner, forgotten.
Once upon a time,
It was open—
Heart enmagicked
With notions
To fly and measure the sky,
To sink in the world of dreams.
Now they live in the flask so great,
Forgotten, just like my sweet,
Smiling face.
Has it been that long?
Yes. I guess...
many years
(past to present)
have come and gone;
many seasons:
leafless and green;
bare and blossomed;
plentiful and lean;
Thank God! Not many
downright mean...
like wine
corked and sealed
memories
bear their stamp of
time--
too very long ago
since yours
with mine.
CHAMPAGNE, CORKED BOTTLES OF EFFERVESCENT FUN
SWEET AND FRUITY TO THE TASTE, OR MAYBE EXTRA DRY
A TINY GLASS OF BUBBLING, POPPING, SPLASHING FUN
MAKE A CHOICE, BRUT, SPARKLING, OR SIMPLE ROSE
WHEN ON A FRUGAL BUDGET, ANDRE’S PINK
DOM PERIGNON FOR THE WEALTHY
KORBEL FOR UNDER TWENTY
PRICED JUST RIGHT
FOR YOU
"C"
"O"
"L"
"D"
"C"
"H"
"A"
"M"
"P"
"A"
"G"
"N"
"E"
IS SO
DELICIOUS
"HAVE A GLASS TONIGHT"
I met her on a mountain;
On a day that seemed serene;
She spun a thread of silky yarn;
Then wrapped me in a dream.
We lusted like two sailors;
Drinking our last slug;
Then tossed our message out to sea;
corked in side the jug.
We sang each other chanting’s
About never going away
But I was always looking back;
It was me that wouldn’t stay.
I’ve tried not to remember
Tried to lock it in a room;
But always in September;
Her face is in the moon.
the moon moves through its phases
nonchalant and slow
each one pulls upon me
like the tide washing on my shore
when I think the cleanse has come
from the salty brine
the crescent comes and shines its face
with the memories that remind
laying on the sandy beach
starring at the stars
wondering how I landed here
my heart stuck on a sandbar
the bottle that I corked and threw
into this vast green sea
drifts out for a little while
then always returns to me
Corked bottle
Under pressure
Shaken too much
About to explode
Too much to take
Like a bomb, I explode
Yelling
Shouting
Blaming you
Your fault that i'm like this
Addiction took me here
Too far
I do something drastic
Shiny metal
Calling me
Straight lines
Focus on the pain, I think
Let go of the anger
Channel my energy
I hear you
Laughing at me
What i've become
I blame you
You know your addictive
See what happens when I don't get what I want?