OH BOOZE

i can taste it all still / cold pints . . .

adult comfort blanket 
 
my fingers would wipe stripes in condensation

i'd dissapear in the dark whirls of pub carpet
or
the
grain
of
sawdusted
planks / my fingerprints on bar brass

the scotch shots miniscus 
curves 
like 
chemistry class / tiny trophy of daily victory

  and
  the
  smell of promise / intoxication
  and
  vomit on wood

 

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