Tag Archives: drinking poems

muse me

Posted on April 21, 2021 by whimsygizmo

say hey bard-tender, won’t you please pour me a straight up shot (in the arm) (in the dark) of some rum-bled phrase?  fuse me (shaken, stirred) a word or two to spill, some cocktail napkin poems to fill the time.  lose me to the page, the space -bar rage of fingers flying and syllables sighing in … Continue reading →

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Completely Smashed

Posted on April 24, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. against this midnight-silent sky, he is all rum -bled song (how many bottles of beer on the wall? We’ve lost count.) He’s cashed in and crashed on our couches and trashed his last joint and pointed at that tattle-tale … Continue reading →

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Drink this Poem

Posted on February 20, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… This poem is a rum -bled mess, a stress of syllables and too much (be)gin. Absinthe makes its heart grow fonder. See? It wanders, over yonder. This poem is on a bend -er. Did you find it in a … Continue reading →

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liquid volume

Posted on October 20, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. turn it up, twister sister: they say absinthe maketh the heart grow fonder. brandy? dandy. whose cider you on? gin. rum. me? our best kept rush-and -secret: vodka. with a simple mix her, elixir. vapor. rise. the sun’ll come … Continue reading →

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party chick

Posted on May 28, 2015 by whimsygizmo

    play.

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