Posts Tagged ‘Alcoholic beverage’

Tonight we go to the old pub,
To revel in the end of days,
A pale ale cloud aloft,
It is not as we remember,
Much has changed,

Perspex pubs and gloved gatherings,
Alcoholism has overruled common sense,
And likely common decency,
Impatience has crafted a short memory,
Of a plague put by the wayside,

Merrymakers stay at their tables,
Masked mutterings,
With their bottles and glasses,
Served by fear,
Only death drinks at the bar,

Lets jump pits of fire,
Sharks teeth,
And toxic clouds,
All for a pint,
All for the alcohol,

Last call!
For good!

Dancing and twisting,
Shanties and discussing,
Dizzy politiking,
Beer and cider and rum,
The nights jovialities,
Heavenly as they were,
Have left a hellish calling card,

A blurred perspective,
Bloodshot eyes,
A demon sat upon my cranium,
Parched throat,
Things not where I thought I left them,
A sock gone walkies,
Ill-advised pigeons sent,

Despite this transitory curse,
I do so adore oblivion,
So I pop a pill,
And do it all again.

In my minds eye,
I see myself,
In the coming years,
Down on my luck,
In the brumal months,
Cloaked in a ragged greatcoat,

Among the dreary remains,
Of a night in a haze,
A melancholy stupor,
Initiated by the barman,
But not of his design,
A tap of liquid misery,

Will they find me in the gutter?
Slouched with my whisky friends,
Bottles of woe,
Among the scents of ethanol,
And spoils of spilled amber,
Spirits on the stones,

And when it comes to the grim autopsy,
Will the cause of death be phrenitis?
Or a broken heart?

I’m just leaning here,
Casually propping up the bar,
Thinking to myself,
I don’t have a drinking problem,
It goes down well,
It’s my tonic,

Beers and ciders,
Whiskies and spirits of all shades,
Absinthe ambrosia,
I don’t have a drinking problem,
It makes the world clearer,
As my vision blurs,

I don’t have a drinking problem,
It’s no issue at all,
Stumbling home,
It’s the right way to travel,
Inebriation has become a hobby,
Maybe a way of life,

The pangs begin,
Perhaps,
Just perhaps,
I have a drinking problem.

When life bears down,
I retreat to my old friend,
A tonic they call Absinthe,
A soothing barrier against life,
It dulls the edge of the world.

I slink back to my den,
My haven,
The candles burn softly,
As they waltz to an inaudible beat,
I begin to take my remedy.

That emerald nectar,
With all the qualities of poison,
Each sip instills a viridian shade of inspiration,
Each bubble is a window to worlds unknown,
Each gulp is a shot of escapism.

The room spins violently,
Like a portal to a new land,
The night distorts into flashes of green and black,
The remedy works its magic,
My old life is soon forgotten.

What will the morning bring?
Who knows?
I could be in a new world,
Or beyond the grave,
Absinthe makes it all possible.

Absinthe

So i am back home now!

I’ve had a busy time since my last post, visiting the mad house family and spending as much time with Lee as possible.  I got some really awesome presents and plenty of food and alcoholic beverages were ingested.  It’s now the 2nd of January, so it’s actually just turned to my birthday. So yay for that!

I’m going to keep this brief since I’m rather tired from traveling. But yes, i am back and i will recommence posting writings and such in the next day or so. Got a few new ones to unleash on the interwebs after all.

Happy new year! Hope you all had a good time!