[stylist] Poem - "Drinking" - Second Draft

[William L Houts]

HI Barbara,

Thanks so much for spending a few moments on "Drinking".  This is 
probably going to get me thrown in poetry jail, but I don't spend that 
much time on the stranger phrases you're referring to. They occur to me 
and I take them as gifts from the goddess.  In other words, I don't 
interrogate inspiration, if that's what it is.  ON the other hand, I'm 
not just a higgledy-piggledy it-is-what-it-is sort of poet; I usually go 
through many edits before I have what I think of, provisionally, as a 
final draft.


--Bill




On 6/15/2015 2:39 PM, Barbara HAMMEL wrote:
> I like your phrases: clear and cold, like melting star and spun into moon-tongue cold. I have no idea what they mean but how did you come up with such phrases?
> Barbara
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> Sent from my iPhone
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>> On Jun 15, 2015, at 13:02, William L Houts via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:
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>> Hey Friends,
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>> 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.
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>> --Bill
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>> *Drinking*
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>> Though brother and son to baptismal drunks,
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>> I really don't get it, the thirst,
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>> as if blood cells themselves bellowed
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>> for one hundred proof holy booze.
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>> Burgers and beer, that's my speed, or a shot
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>> every other fifth Sunday. My sins
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>> are upon me, like anyone, I'm not saying else.
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>> But distilled or fermented stuff for me,
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>> is like drinking eclipse or essence of roach:
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>> dark and brittle and bare, and full of don't.
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>> It's water Icrave, clear and iced, like melting star,
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>> the sound of yes spun into moon-tongue cold
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>> and poured, with clinking cubes, into my heart,
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>> my parched and grateful heart.
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