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Absinthe Poetry

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An Ode to 2005/2006 New Years WS Event

 

It called out to me, the Emerald City's refrain

like dark lines poetic from Rimbaud or Verlain.

 

First time meetings with old friends, ironic tis true

but hale and well met over fine Suisse LaBlue.

 

There were splendid HG's rife with wormwood's strong bite

no Czech anus swill, no sugar alight.

 

The New Year was born full of promise and hope

though already I face that with which I must cope.

 

I can't seem to shake or mentally shelf

the image of that chick abusing herself.

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I'm seeing mirages;

Pools of absinthe,

with floating sugar cubes within,

trees made of absinthe spoons surounding them,

Green Ferri is louching all about

I'm seeing mirages, you should never doubt.

:cheers:

 

 

*this is a true story. Induced by the 100 degree heat today.

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The night is young

and full of rest

 

I can't describe

the way she's dressed

 

She'll pander to some

strange requests

 

Anything that you suggest-

Anything to please her guest

 

JDM

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