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An Alcoholic Safari at High Tide

The booze hits the beat

By Tom CartledgePublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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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!

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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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