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Louise Nov 10
Can I see your wine menu? What's the bestseller?

'We have bottles and labels from France, madame'


Do you have something stronger?
Something that will knock me off my feet?
Perhaps something more bitter would be better.
Something that will get me home crawling.
Maybe something smoother and a little closer.
French just isn't doing it for me.

๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป-๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด'๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ขรฎ๐˜ต.
finn Nov 6
it seems my entire life is defined by drinks.

mother's milk out the womb.

(and maybe those suckles were sweet - it's not like i remember - but her words, for the rest of my life, certainly weren't.)

an hour-long debate, with my best friend at twelve years old - apple or orange juice?

(orange, obviously, is the right answer. we rehash the argument sometimes to this day.)

the day i turn 19, a beer in my hands.

(i'm sat around a campfire with my closest friends, birthdays all older than me - the beer tastes disgusting, as cheap alcohol is, but i'm glad to be there.)

yesterday, i had 1 coffee and 2 mugs of lemon honey tea, 4 glasses of water.

today, no tea, but 2 cups of coffee, a glass of milk, and 3 glasses of water.

i bite at my nails when i'm nervous, swallow down the spit that comes with it, the bile that rises.

last summer, i visited pei, had a raspberry cordial - my favourite drink to date - then bought a case of 4 more to take home with me.

last summer, when i lived in new brunswick, my friends in the same building knew me as the one who would always have a drink in hand - a milk tea, or maybe a pink lemonade, maybe that obscure korean soda i liked.

when i left new brunswick, i took a photo of my 2 trash cans, of the way they were both filled to the brim with empty bottles and cans and jugs.

i still miss the apple cider they made there.

my life is defined by drinks, sips, swallows, taking five minutes to breathe by making myself a nice whipped coffee, trawling the internet for pretty coasters and glassware for an hour in lieu of doing actual work.

Eventually, i close the shopping tabs, take a sip of coffee, and resume with the rest of my life.
i haven't had juice for so long i really need to go out and buy some
Ackerrman Aug 23
Sweet and supple golden nectar,
Caress my lips, gentle as a kiss,
There is no distance I would not venture,
Nor no succulent sip that I would miss.

The cold perspiration sits on my glass
As the most beautiful woman waiting,
Whisper melody like hypnotic brass
Ensemble, heavenly mood creating.

As you pour yourself down my open throat,
I float in an ocean, calm and serene,
Comfort envelops, warmer than my coat.
You are my only and forever Queen.

Peering through cloudy eyes on the bathroom floor,
The ***** in my throat lets me know I am yours.
The liquor always wins
Bardo May 6
Sitting at a table in a pub with some other people who look really upset, nay
ย ย  aghast at something I've just said
And I have this ventriloquist's Dummy on my
ย ย  knee
His nose is very red as are his ears, even his
ย ย  cheeks have a reddish tint
And he has this crazy wild look on his face
And he's also wearing this funny disjointed jacket which has all these very
ย ย  flamboyant colours on it
Just like the colours of all the Bottles of
ย ย  Spirits hanging over at the Bar

And I'm there and I'm pointing at the Dummy
ย ย  explaining to the other people
"It wasn't me, it was just the Drink talking!".
Happy May days ! A bit of fun.
Bass and bourbon notes
Flutter down through my system
And I taste the sound.
Guillaume David has a new soundtrack out. Code 4 bourbon is delicious. What else is there to say.
Alec Llaneta May 2022
As you drink, may your spirits be liftedย ย 
An ode to a life lived and yet, to live
A toast to the day that has passed and for tomorrow to come
lua May 2022
the power of a broken heart
fills my cup
and my fingers tremble
and shake when i lift the tear stained glass
i want to be alone
drunk on my sorrows
finally having the right to do so
after so long
of hiding in plain sight.
Anyone can enter your church
No matter what their age
Mine, well, you have to be legal
At least in the section that doesn't serve food

Yours smells of incense and candle wax
The air smells of wood polish
Mine has stale beer and on humid days
Remnants of cigars and cigarettes from years ago

We have windows that can open
But, most times they are painted shut
Yours, beautiful colors of glass
Images from the bible, glorious

You have a choir singing the grace of God
My place of worship has live bands once a month
Karaoke on Fridays with wanna be singers
Making us pray to God for it to end

You have pictures of Saints on your windows
And tapestries on the walls
The closest we have is posters of sports teams
And The St. Pauli girl promoting beer

You will never find me at your church
But, we may find you in ours on occasion
We don't have sacramental wine like you
But, we do have a larger drink menu for all

People come to your church to wash away their sins
Then a few hail Mary's and a Lord's Prayer
With us, they come to drown their sorrows
And our hail Mary's have bacon, 2 for 1 on Sunday

Our sky pilot will listen like your pastor
He doesn't judge unless you get too drunk
But, that's on him, not you
Your pastor won't judge, but, still gives penance

I know where I am Sunday
I know where you are too
Your church is not always open
Mine's good from 10 till 2
I bathe in endless sips of your love
'till the watery depths of my stomach
gurgle their dissapproval,
leaving me sick.
copyright ยฉ๏ธ Joshua Reece Wylie 2022
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