Tag Archives: Drinking

Tired

In every man the calming of the sea does lie, Beneath his rush and worried day within a quiet eye, Which peers into the onward flow of crystal glass, He waited patiently the elevator stops to pass, And quiet in … Continue reading

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Deference

Ripping good whisky burns the soul, Shutters the consciousness on the whole, Loving the escape, yes escape is our press And press we do, into the mystic blue Seeking something lost in the hazed hue Of reality, too bright, too … Continue reading

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Swimming in the bottle

All of man, all of man, all of man. Who can be man of all, man of all and Yet not man of himself, he who swims In this bottle of mirth, daily drawing Down the birth of its opening … Continue reading

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