POETIC CONFESSIONS

Taste for Tequila — Gone

For the love of all things no longer being consumed

A pint and a shot — celebrating a mate’s birthday — photo taken by my friend

What has become of my beloved tequila?
That suddenly tastes like a wet blue heeler
Mixed
With soggy socks
Used
After my body detox

Wine wine,
Red red wine
You once tasted oh so divine
Fragrances of decomposing fruit
Hints of muddy boot —
Fertilised
My brain can no longer compute

Beer. My reliable draft beer
I actually shed a tear
Gone are the days
of your amber gaze
A single fin or two
Now the most I can do
Even the gin has gone in the bin

Don’t get me started on whiskey
or scotch
Scents of ashtray
with
Suggestions of sweaty crotch

What to do?

What to do?