This Bourbon, Blood…
in a glass
warming
warring
with me
free
as free as my grandfather throwing back
his daily Seagrams shot
before drawing hits from a floor-size air tank
free
as a reporter
recorder of the Kent State massacre
showing up in the newsroom
with whiskey on his breath
free
as me
staggering from a Wilmington bar
navigating badly to the hotel
accosted by cops
saved by his editor from jail
all spirits
all blood in a glass
down by some ass
in the grass
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great energy in these lines;
throwing back
his daily Seagrams shot
Would love to hear the story from Wilmington sometime. Quite the reverie, the Kent State reference feels sadly appropriate given the times.
I agree with Bill. The Kent State reference is haunting right now.
Boozy and woozy, wonderfully so.
Power and memory, captured eloquently!