Jameson Irish Whiskey (a poem)

(thing) by Karla Fri Mar 02 2001 at 19:07:21
Monolithic stringed puppet;
Narcissistic alcoholic.
Cold reality is mythic,
Both implied and then explicit.

Language shapes my thoughts they say,
Rhombic dodecahedron.
Sifting through the archetypes;
Helen, Draco, Oberon.

I lose my words
they fly away
I pour myself
something to say

Inebriated catalytic;
First I'm good and then I'm wicked.
Falling from the ruse iconic;
Pedant feeling quite ironic.

Karla Jameson, March 2, 2001.
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