An Alcoholic Safari at High Tide
The booze hits the beat
Beat by the booze - Tbilisi, Georgia
an alcoholic safari at high tide
One shot after another my knees buckle like Bukowski’s temper,
(A fly on the wall) shows it all
Maybe I’ve had too much!
The bar now seems like the Sierra Nevada’s.
Cold, massive, unwelcoming, powerful,
But in awe, I lift my jaw, and
Stay to watch the wildlife.
Skirts pulled high like belts with dreams
Make-up splashed on way too thickly
Animals escaping the heat
Towering high – wobbly giraffes.
Then there’s the other half like lions on a hunt
Except these lions don’t roar, they begin to grunt
“They’re not after your brains darling
They’re after your cunt!”
Alcohol has its ways: a tsunami in a bottle,
We all call for sobriety the next morning
However, she’s already set sail!
About the Creator
Tom Cartledge
I love to write, talk, and occasionally listen. Expect all-sorts of stuff from travel writing; booze related rambles; my wondering mind & wandering words streaking across your page, often in too verbose a manner.
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