September 16, 2019
Bourbon of Kentucky how so you do?
4 bottles later & look what I flew.
Not a plane but many words.
And verbs I stewed.
Now a connoisseur with it.
No driving for there’s a price.
And everything to do so with it — DUI.
Dimwit… the former me also the ignorance of free.
Writing from below concrete feelings to words I spree.
Half gone but the work’s sublime — no money but that’s fine.
The meaning in dollars will come after self is described.
Bold and old, 32 years told, now my past I scold.
Better yet lessons untold, & failures to unfold.
To be honest I love this person I behold.
Not everyone understands me.
It’s a blessing to hold.
Painful to mold.
I get it though.
But you Bourbon.
I’ve drank plenty of you.
Ice cubed in my glass cups.