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Cory's Chronicles
The Beer Bottle Prophesies

i walk
into
the confessional
like a monk
seeking
a new
monastery
dancing
with the dragon
while
in the low country
belgian style
where
everyone
is high
tripping
on trippel
the high
gravity
balanced
by the
smoothness
of its
finish
she smiles
as she
pours
me
another
the bitterness
not noticeable
as
the banana
and
clove
mix
their aromas
staring
into
each others
eyes
in this
dark
yet
well lit
room
lost
in the sighs
sweet
music
straining to
combine
her
spicy
herbal
saaz
with
a generous
dose
of my
candi
sugar
before the
next
hop
and
our
final
absolution...

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Cory Garcia
over 5 years

! why Rachel...I do believe your Velvet is showing! ;)Thank you :)

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

thank you brother!
once i drafted the right words this one wrote itself :)

Velvet55
over 5 years

As a man must partake of the essence of she...you do so express in this poem...as-all women we do like the sugar !

Norman Goldstein
over 5 years

Your words pull and turn and dance...wonderful

james matthew coleman
over 5 years

Huzzah!!

Cory Garcia
over 5 years


...I commended mirth, because a man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry’...

james matthew coleman
over 5 years

Ah, the joys of a good drink!..... love the conclusion

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