[stylist] Poem - "Drinking" - Second Draft

[William L Houts]

Hey Friends,

Here's my poetic effort by way of starting the week.  I've titled this 
one "Drinking", although it's long been my intention to write one of 
those long, scholarly Miltonic poems about water; you know, one of those 
poems which explains the world to itself and makes everyone sigh at 
poetry readings.  Or maybe just puts them deeply asleep, LOL.  Comments 
welcome, as always.  I won't even cry too much if you're mean.


--Bill


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*Drinking*

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Though brother and son to baptismal drunks,

I really don't get it, the thirst,

as if blood cells themselves bellowed

for one hundred proof holy booze.

Burgers and beer, that's my speed, or a shot

every other fifth Sunday. My sins

are upon me, like anyone, I'm not saying else.

But distilled or fermented stuff for me,

is like drinking eclipse or essence of roach:

dark and brittle and bare, and full of don't.

It's water Icrave, clear and iced, like melting star,

the sound of yes spun into moon-tongue cold

and poured, with clinking cubes, into my heart,

my parched and grateful heart.