ENDOCARP: A Poetry Collection

progression

now we're on to

scotch and the

dizziness comes

on quicker.

it's not as kind

as wine, nor as

sweet, nor as

welcoming.

scotch is a general

who knows what to say

to get you to take that

next sip.

wine is my buddy,

and sometimes he's

off his game.

scotch has a way

of grabbing me by

the ear and telling

me what the night

will hold for us.

with each sip I

gag and for a

small price I

receive a rather

big high.

it's an even trade,

done out of boredom

and for the same

reason I used to

smoke.

thank God I'm not

an alcoholic or I

might actually be

in trouble here.