Whiskey, In The Evening Poem by Ijanric Howe

Whiskey, In The Evening

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Under the lamplight glare
I sup the yellow potion,
Knees to chest in chair.
The only things in motion
Are the moths bumping shoulders
Intent on going blind.
The flame gently smoulders.
I’m beginning to unwind.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 02 August 2009

It blends your central nervous system, dancing in the air.Nice rendition Ijanric.

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