all that is possible
swirls in my glass
I have only to drink
this immanent liquor
these distillate dreams
to sample the future
bitter gentian notes
hint at doubts under
honeyed excitement
for sweet opportunity
soured by fear of
a finish concocted
by external hands by
some trickster distiller
who favors a random
tomorrow who blends
smoke-charred tannins
achieving sharp flavors
of chance and surprise
so that heaven forfend
my best aftertaste
choices should matter
in least or at all
Cheers Paul.
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and to you, cj
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Paul, a lovely painting and intricate poem. My cigar, which I would only enjoy the essence of, would have a gin martini next to it. lol Did you see my review of your book?
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no, I will look for it
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Churchillian no less…a most comfortable muse…bravo Sir!
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cheers – literally
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In Praise of the Golden Nectar! Super!
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thanks kindly
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Love the painting that goes with this fine poem.
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it seemed the perfect complementary image
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A complex dram from a complex mind . . .
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I’m no doubt afflicted by one complex or another
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