"Bitter Brew"
Ah -- the bitter brew
this morning - a touch of pleasue mixed with acrid bile.
Contemplating Socrates this morning - mixed with a bit of Wordsworth. Then perhaps some Hardy or Hopkins - though I seem to long for Emily.
Still I sipped it slowly savoring the taste.
I let it flow down my throat - ignoring my stomach.
There I sat nibbling on my thoughts, chewing on my emotions.
Yet only liquid seems to allow itself to be swallowed.
So I lit up another smoke
Bitter air, bitter brew.
circa 1979
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