The throat accepts the copper line,
the fire of the grain distilled too thin,
a solvent meant to scour and define
the hollow where the fever rushes in.
It promised swift eclipse, a velvet dark,
a severance from name and ticking debt,
but the body is too stubborn for the mark,
it tracks the current back to where it’s met.
The fluid seeks escape, a furious tide;
it does not honor gravity or grace.
The path of ease is fiercely set aside
to chart the helix of the ruined place.
For what is poured in reckless, thirsty rush
must find the equal, mirrored consequence—
the reckoning that breaks upon the hush
of dawn, a vulgar, liquid violence.
The bitter sacrament is taken twice:
once as an offering to the mind’s defeat,
and then again, delivered without price,
a molten judgement from the lowest seat.
It is the river that knows only flow,
a fierce metabolism of the shame,
the spirit broken down to burning slow,
baptized in cheap ethanol and flame.
This is the cycle of the deep embrace:
the input and the output, clean defined.
A ritual where pleasure marks the base,
and leaves the vessel utterly unlined.
The poison taken, and the poison paid;
the liquor running, forward and rearward bound—
a messy contract willfully obeyed,
upon the altar of the turning ground.
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Friendship (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I refrain from consuming liquor, stemming from a personal experience in my teenage years when an older friend of mine tragically lost his life in a train accident due to intoxication.
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Comments4
Friendship, this is fierce, lyrical, and painfully honest. First, I love the title! Indeed! Also, the way you frame the act as a sacrament gone wrong… it lands with real weight. A remarkable piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Tristan, I thank you for stopping by and reading my poem, and most of all for understanding it, my friend.
A wonderful write full of images and metaphor that enriches the meaning. I congratulate you on the write so well done. A fave
Soren, I am thankful for your visit to read my poem and, especially, for your kind words. It was a challenge for me to write a poem about liquor, as it is not part of my personal experience, but I pushed beyond my boundaries and created an image that I elaborated upon. Have a great day, my friend.
You are most welcome my friend
Brilliant work.
Thomas. I thank you for stopping by and reading my poem, and most of all, for your kind words, my friend.
Funny visual haha but great message. I don't consume alcohol either, anything that messes up your system I believe to be dangerous. Well done my friend
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