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of shams and stiff shakes

the bartender last night was a sham
his tie was crooked and I didn’t trust his beard
his Manhattan tasted like broken ice

tonight is a gift on a Saturday night… 17 more words

Poetry

I cringe at my cocktail

beyond bowtie
and bluster
the rust of your shallow crust
blows through
very smoothly done
but
I’d rather the thing done right
stirred
not shaken
you misshapen fuck

Poetry

the cursed bar-bound

we wretched few
who crowd our over-impulsed
and under-nourished selves
into tightly compressed spaces
with little air
and small escape routes
with added little chance of survival… 15 more words

Poetry

London at 3 a.m.

the street is alive
whether that life has a point to it or not
whether that life is that that which gives back to the creator… 695 more words

Poetry

Day 20 – Your views on drugs and alcohol.

Day 20 – Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Yes please. But seriously I have no problem with either. The way I see it people will do or use what they will to escape the burden that is life sometimes. 29 more words

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Margarita Night!

So, my husband and I were in the mood to have a few drinks…we were thinking something tropical (since it is quite hot here in Puerto Rico). 257 more words

Island

it's 2:41 in the morning and i'm still thinking about you.

but really, fuck you because i shouldn’t be.

i’ve only had 1 measly shot and a pint. i’m no where close to being tipsy let alone drunk (i’m not gonna go there again). 269 more words