Lep
Aug 19, 2020

The submittable Portal to Wine

A whirring rolling Stones sister morphine at the end stylus skid
bottle of red wine; two
Lavender pills ready to mouth mix
Eyelids flip flap lock over to a snooze
Listening "Boweavil blues" blends between Mama's old phonograph record crackle
Warp record undulating on turns
fade after the shade shut the suns light out
Bottle of red fat bastard gone...
All that could be heard was the last record... arm drop click to begining ticking around to the sound of
BJ's Captain Jack
pop another bottle of fat bastard.

Lydia Elizabeth Percy

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: NY, USA

Favorite Poets: Whitman

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