
“Delusion of Time” by Mahnaz Baikzadeh
the slow heat of whiskey
induces a counterfeit courage
be careful of dreams
made from fortified figments
delusions of power
have ruined more souls
than the devil’s own hand
“Delusion of Time” by Mahnaz Baikzadeh
the slow heat of whiskey
induces a counterfeit courage
be careful of dreams
made from fortified figments
delusions of power
have ruined more souls
than the devil’s own hand
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
runningboard revenues
outraced those Volstead
men gunning hot modified
engines up hills over thirsty
supply lines of speakeasy
civil rebellion against
arrogation of power by fiat
of moralists heedlessly
injuring liberty caught up
too much in their hauteur
to notice the widening lead
gangster moonshiners
gained as the public mind
turned for the hairpin that
led to the done-with-dry
finish line claiming their
trophy the cup of repeal
leaving all those engaged
newfound with a taste
for excitements of speed
ex-wives ex-lives
neatly fit in
square bottles
decanted
three fingers
three rocks
at a time
charred oak
amber despair
sharp cut
vitreous lead
crystal sorrows
refract in their
fireglass tumbled
kaleidoscope sins
cold companions
that splendidly
burn off regrets
to make room
for the shame
Writer Lynne Sargent
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