a tumblr full of rocks
a pour of ichiro malt
and a stir
gan bei
and
ichi
to the yamazaki and nikkas
i am in the land of the sun
i go down to the land of the dead
mei hi ko
anejo
casa amigo,
to my brothers in arms
jose, i must have my agave
cheers to the alamo
to the land of the prohibition
kentucky
yippee kay yay
bourbon,
spicy rye kick
spur to the horse
giddy up, giddy up
riding off into the sun
set to kentucky
derby
bourbon
ballentines
tom ford west
make your mark
with maker’s mark
bottoms up
and now i am staggering
vichi patia
better than grey goose
aunt jiin
and all the cult gin
navy strength and **** juice
getting rowdy
like irish bloke jameson
and that **** scot
macallan
and his gang
oiban, glenfiddich, and
glenlivet
I am livid
at that *******
son of peat
another round
i am monkeying around
monkey 47
sun set
sun rise
*** on the beach
i see kings and queens
louis thirteen
i am going to sleep
pappy van winkle
100 years
like rip van winkle
don’t wake me
stir and not shaken
good night, mama
sweet havana
neat
a shot of don papa
i go to sleep

Here I pose
Phone
Pointed at me
Click
A snapshot
Of a lie

Do you wanna go on a date with me?
Oh Wow.
So Kind.
But I am getting married next week.

Wanna go on a date with me?
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Do you wanna go on a date with me?
Could we skip that,
Get a hotel room
go straight
to the banging?

Wanna go on a date with me?
Are you serious?
Ewww.
Ewww no.

Do you wanna go on a date with me?
Umm.
You know
I wanted your friend.

Wanna go on a date with me?
First I am gay
And second
your *** is ugly.

Do you wanna go on date with me?
Your phone is breaking up.
Let me text you later
when you have better service.

That beggar -
One leg long, one leg a stump,
What’s on his mind?

Her Highness the Queen
Is *******
In a toilet at Buckingham Palace

Summer night -
There’s joy also
In aircon and loneliness

My teeth, I smoke
Are they white?
Color of tea leaves

The old man
Sweeping the streets
Bent like the letter r

He cried once,
The boy, car screeching,
Then silence

My blue suit
Splattered with the droppings
Of a city pigeon

Hanging down
My *****
Like rice bags